Situation (Context):
Raat ka time hai.
Ek aadmi akela baitha hai — ya to chhat par, ya khali kamre me.
Din bhar ke kaam ke baad bhi dimag shaant nahi hai.
Aaj kisi ne usse casually bol diya tha:
“Tu toh sab sambhal leta hai.”
Wo line tarif nahi thi,
wo zimmedari ban gayi.
Uske phone me missed calls hain, pending messages hain,
aur ek aisa number bhi
jise wo call karna chahta hai,
par kar nahi paata.
Yahin se wo khud se baat karna shuru karta hai.
Ye monologue kisi aur ke liye nahi,
sirf khud ke liye hai.
Monologue (Roman Hindi):
Maine kabhi apne dard ko shor nahi banaya.
Shayad isliye nahi ke dard kam tha,
balki isliye kyunki sunne wala koi nahi tha.
Log kehte hain,
“Tu toh strong hai.”
Unhe kaun bataye…
main bas chup rehna seekh gaya hoon.
Har raat khud se ladta hoon,
har subah normal dikhne ki acting karta hoon.
Kyuki yahan mard ko ye sikhaya jata hai
ke rona kamzori hai,
aur sab kuch sambhalna zimmedari.
Mujhe bhi darr lagta hai.
Mujhe bhi kisi ke saamne baith kar kehna hota hai —
“Main thak gaya hoon.”
Par main keh nahi paata.
Kyuki agar main toot gaya,
toh mere saath aur log bhi toot jayenge.
Kai baar mann karta hai
sab chhod kar kahin chala jaoon,
jahaan koi pehchaan na ho,
koi umeed na ho.
Par phir yaad aata hai,
meri kami se
kisi ki duniya hil jaayegi.
Isliye main ruk jaata hoon.
Apne aansu raat ke liye bacha leta hoon,
aur din me sirf muskurata hoon.
Aaj bhi main poora nahi hoon.
Aaj bhi andar kuch khaali hai.
Par phir bhi har roz uthta hoon,
kyuki haar maan lena aasaan hai…
par khamoshi ke saath jeena —
wo maine seekh liya hai.
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