Arjun ko pehle din se pata tha ye paap hai.
Woh Mama ke ghar ruka tha. Mama bahar desh gaye the kaam se. Ghar mein sirf Mami thi.
Meera Mami.
Roz subah cotton ki saadi. Shaam ko patli chiffon. Pallu kamar se bandha rehta, lekin chalte-chalte gir jaata aur pet nanga ho jaata. Gardan mein patli soni chain. Blouse hamesha thoda chhota. Do dhaanon ke beech woh gehraai jo nazar ko kheench leti.
Arjun dekh-dekh ke khaata tha.
Teejri shaam Mami ne kaha, “Beta, aaj kamar dard kar rahi hai. Blouse ka kaanta peeth pe nahi lag raha. Laga doge?”
Pehli baar usne mna kiya.
Doosri baar kamre ke darwaze tak chala gaya.
Mami petticoat aur blouse mein khadi thi. Blouse gehra laal. Peeth nangi. Kaala feeta dikh raha tha.
“Jaldi laga, thand lag rahi hai.”
Arjun ke haath kaanp rahe the. Kaanta lagate hue ungli unki naram kamar se lipat gayi. Mami chup rahi. Sirf saans bhari.
Phir boli, “Saadi bhi lapet de. Aaj haath nahi chal rahe.”
Usne chhe gaz kapda lapeta. Pallu seene par laaya. Theek karte hue haath andar chala gaya.
Chhaati haath mein aa gayi.
Mami sheeshe mein uski aankh se aankh milaayi.
“Beta… ye nahi hona chahiye.”
Arjun ne haath nahi hataya. “Aapne khud bulaya, Mami.”
Unhone palkein giraayi. “Gharwale ko kabhi na pata chale.”
Woh ijaazat thi.
Pehli baat sirf haath se hui.
Arjun ne pallu utara. Blouse ke kaante khole. Dono bhari chhaatiyaan bahar aayi. Sanwli chamak. Kaale mamme tight. Usne munh laga diya.
Mami ke haath uske sar mein ghus gaye.
“Ah… beta… halka… halka…”
Usne halka nahi kiya. Kheench-kheench ke choosa. Doosra haath petticoat ke andar. Kapda bheeg chuka tha. Do ungliyan andar gayi to Mami ne daant se honth daba liye.
“Itni sanki… shaadi ke baad kisi ne aise nahi…”
Arjun ne apna kapda khola. Jo nikal ke khada tha, Mami ne dekh ke saans rok li.
“Itna mota… gharwale se bhi…”
Unhone khud haath fer diya. Dheere. Upar se geela nikal ke unki hatheli chipak gaya.
Usne unhe khat pe litaya. Saadi kamar tak uthaayi. Fent side ko sarkaayi. Apna lund unki geeli jagah pe ragda.
“Rok… rakh ke…”
“Kuch nahi hai paas.”
Mami ne do saans liye. Phir taangein khol diin. “Andar mat girana. Bol, samajh gaya?”
Arjun ne sirf dabaya. Bahut sanki thi. Umar dekh ke yakeen nahi hota. Jab tak neeche tak nahi baitha, usne nahi roka.
Mami ne takiya kaat liya. “Harami… phat jaayegi meri…”
Usne dhakke shuru kiye. Saadi abhi bhi unke upar thi. Pallu munh par aa gaya. Har dhakke pe chhaatiyaan hilti. Arjun ne pakad ke dabaaya, mamme nochhe.
“Mami ki yeh jagah kitni garam hai.”
“Teri Mami ki hai… apne bhanje ke… ah…”
Tez hua. Khat ki awaaz nikalne lagi. Ghar khaali tha.
Nikalne laga to Mami ne taangein kamar pe jaal diin.
“Aaj andar. Kal sochenge.”
Woh gir gaya. Gehra. Dhak-dhak karke. Mami ki aankh palat gayi. Munh khula raha, awaaz atak gayi.
Jab nikala, safed daag unki saadi ke pallu par phail gaya.
Mami ne daag dekha. Phir hans di.
“Yeh wali ab sirf teri rahi.”
Doosre din subah rasoi.
Doodhi cotton saadi. Neeche kuch nahi. Mamme kapde se chipke.
Arjun ne peeche se pakda. Haath blouse ke andar. Chhoote hi Mami ki kamar pichhe ko nikhri.
“Pados wali dekh legi,” boli, lekin chulha band kar diya.
Usne unhe patthar ki mez par bithaya. Saadi upar. Munh neeche laga diya. Mami ke munh se gaali nikalne lagi.
“Haan… wahin… wo bindi si jagah choos… sale… apni Mami ko bazaaru bana diya…”
Munh se rijhaaya. Phir khada karke peeche se ghusa. Khade-khade. Saadi kamar pe guchhi. Chhaatiyaan mez se dabi.
Is baar bhi andar giraaya.
Chai banate hue Mami boli, “Pet ka soch. Main sochti hoon.”
Arjun ne kaha, “Socho mat.”
Teejre din Mami ne kaha, “Aaj tu mujhe dulhan ki tarah lapet. Poori tarah.”
Woh nangi petticoat-blouse mein khadi rahi. Arjun ne almari se laal zaribaaf nikaali. Gharwale ki di hui, kabhi na pehni.
Tight lapeti. Pallu aisa rakha ke blouse aur khul gaya. Phir sheeshe ke saamne khada karke saadi ke beech se apna nikaal ke unki faton ke beech ragda.
“Sheeshe mein dekh. Kitni sundar Mami hai. Aur kitni bheegi.”
Mami ne khud ungli kari. “Is kapde mein hi lena hai aaj.”
Usne sheeshe ke saamne hi liya. Aankh se aankh. Jab kareeb aaye to Mami boli:
“Bol. ‘Meera Mami meri ho gayi.’”
Usne bola. Hindi mein. Phir aur gehli bol ke. Jab tak unka naam paap na ban jaaye.
Safed unki taangon par bahne laga, laal zari ke upar.
Chauthe din raat Mami khud aayi.
Kaali patli saadi. Blouse nahi. Sirf pallu seene par. Mamme dikh rahe the. Pet dikh raha tha. Naabh mein chhoti nath.
Kundi lagaayi.
“Aaj tu nahi. Aaj Mami.”
Woh uspe chadhi. Saadi kinare hati. Haath mein liya, thook lagaaya, dheere baith gayi. Itna andar ki unki nitar uski taangon par aa gayi.
Phir uthne-baithne lagi. Bhari chhaatiyaan uske munh par. “Choos. Dono. Jaise tu abhi doodh peeta ho.”
Arjun ne choosa. Mami ki chaal tez hui. Apne aap ko ragar rahi thi.
“Tera yeh… meri is jagah ka ho gaya… gharwale ko pata chale toh… ah… phir bhi nahi chhodungi…”
Woh khud bah gayi, nichod ke. Arjun bhi gir gaya, andar hi.
Baad mein uske seene par leti rahi. Saadi adhkhuli. Daag pet par sookh rahe the.
“Kal se tu roz subah mera kaanta lagaana. Samjha?”
Arjun ne baal sehte kaha, “Roz. Aur roz yeh kapda bhigona hai.”
Mami ne aankh band karke muskaaya.
“Ghar ki kuch baatein chhup ke rehti hain, beta. Yeh sabse kaali baat hai.”
Paanchve din gharwale ne screen se baat ki.
Mami pallu theek karke baithi. Hansi chipkayi.
Arjun peeche farsh par tha. Baat ke dauran pallu uthaaya, fent sarkaayi, do ungliyan andar.
Mami ki awaaz kaampi. “Haan… sab theek… ladka padhai mein laga hai…”
Ungliyan tez ki. Mami ne taangein band kiin, lekin nikaala nahi.
Baat khatam hote hi unhone chhoti si machine fenki aur uske munh par aa baithi.
“Utna dimaag hai to neeche bhi saaf kar.”
Usne kiya. Jab tak unka ras uski thuddi tak nahi aaya.
Us hafte ke baad din katne lage aise:
Fajr: kaanta lagana, rasoi mein jaldi se, saadi pehne-pehne.
Dopahar: Mami leti, Arjun kamre mein jaake pallu hataake choosta. Kabhi soyi rehti, kabhi jag ke uska sar taangon mein daba leti.
Raat: poori tarah. Kabhi khat, kabhi upar ki kothi ke andhere kone mein jahaan neeche baag ki roshni unki nangi kamar ko chhooti.
Ek raat kothi par Mami boli, “Log kehte hain saadi ijjat hai.”
Arjun ne unhe katghre se pakad ke peeche se dhakka maara. “Aapki ijjat meri taangon par latak rahi hai.”
Unhone haath peeche karke khud ko khola. “To ijjat aur bhar de.”
Usne bhara. Bahar hawa thi. Door koi aawaaz. Mami ne munh band rakha, lekin andar se nichod liya.
Jaane se pehli raat.
Mami ne saari pasandida saadiyaan khat par bichha diin. Gulabi. Laal. Kaali. Doodhi.
“In sab mein aaj. Ek-ek karke. Jaaye to har kapde mein teri boos ho.”
Arjun ne kiya. Chaar dafa. Paanchvi unke munh mein.
Aakhri girna unke seene par hua. Usne mamme choose jaise doodh nikalna ho. Mami ke nakhun uski peeth kaat gaye.
Subah adda par Mami safed saadi mein aayi. Pallu kasaa. Chehra shaant.
Bheed mein kaan ke paas boli:
“Jo bhi ladki aaye teri, use yeh na batana ki teri pehli sacchi baat apni Mami ki bheegi jagah mein hui thi. Saadi pehne. Bina roke.”
Arjun ne haath pakda, jaise bhanja pakadta hai.
Unhone tab tak nahi chhoda jab tak gaadi nahi chali.
Do mahine baad ek gathri aayi.
Andar fold ki hui gulabi patli saadi. Pallu ke kone par halka sookha safed daag.
Kagaz par:
Yeh wahi hai. Dhuli nahi.
Gharwale agle mahine lautenge.
Usse pehle ek chhuttikar nikal ke aa.
Kaanta ab bhi tere hi haath se lagta hai.
— M
Neeche ek pankti aur.
Aur haan. Der ho gayi hai meri.
Sochni mat. Bas aa ja.
Arjun ne saadi naak se lagayi.
Phir rasta dekha.
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