Situation (Context):
Shaam ka waqt hai.
Ek aurat akeli baithi hai — ya to khidki ke paas, ya bed ke kone par.
Din bhar sabke liye strong bani rahi,
ab pehli baar khud ke saath hai.
Aaj kisi ne casually keh diya tha:
“Tu sab manage kar leti hai.”
Wo line praise nahi thi,
wo pressure tha.
Uske phone me unread messages hain,
family ke calls hain,
aur ek aisi feeling
jo kisi ko explain nahi ki ja sakti.
Isi khamoshi me
wo apni awaaz dhundhne ki koshish karti hai.
Monologue (Roman Hindi – Female Voice):
Maine hamesha sabko samajhne ki koshish ki.
Sabke mood, sabke dard, sabki zarurat.
Par kisi ne ye nahi poocha
ke main theek hoon ya nahi.
Log kehte hain,
“Tu strong hai.”
Par strong hona bhi kabhi-kabhi thaka deta hai.
Main bhi thak jaati hoon.
Main bhi chahti hoon
koi bina pooche samajh jaaye
ke aaj bas chup rehne ka mann hai.
Mujhe bhi darr lagta hai.
Galti karne ka,
peeche reh jaane ka,
aur sabse zyada…
logon ko disappoint karne ka.
Isliye main muskurati hoon.
Isliye main keh deti hoon —
“Sab theek hai.”
Par sach ye hai
ke har roz thoda sa khud se door ho jaati hoon.
Kabhi-kabhi sochti hoon
agar main bhi kamzor pad gayi
to kaun sambhalega sab kuch?
Phir khud ko samjha leti hoon,
ke chup rehna hi behtar hai,
kyunki har baat sunne ke liye
log tayaar nahi hote.
Aaj bhi poori nahi hoon.
Aaj bhi andar kuch adhoora hai.
Par main chal rahi hoon…
shayad is umeed me
ke ek din meri khamoshi
bhi kisi ko samajh aa jaaye.
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