“Tumne mujhe replace nahi kiya… tumne mujhe rush kiya.”
SITUATION:
Late night terrace.
Ladki keh rahi hai, “Mujhe clarity chahiye, tum slow ho.”
Ladka railing pakad kar sky ki taraf dekhta hai, deep breath leta hai.
Hawa chal rahi hai, mood heavy hai.
Woh finally apne pace ka dard share karta hai.
FULL EXTENDED 1+ MIN MONOLOGUE (Roman Hindi):
Tumne mujhe replace nahi kiya…
tumne mujhe rush kiya.
Aur pyaar kabhi rush se nahi tikta…
woh samay se tikta hai.
Tumhe ekdum se answers chahiye the—
“hum kya hain”,
“future kya hai”,
“commitment kab doge”…
par tumne kabhi yeh nahi poocha
ki main itni jaldi ready ho bhi sakta hoon ya nahi.
Main slow tha,
par slow hona galat nahi hota—
galat tab hota hai
jab koi tumhare pace ko respect hi nahi karta.
Tum mujhe push karti rahi,
force karti rahi,
expect karte rahi ki main har din
ek naya version ban jaun.
Aur jab main nahi ban paaya,
tumne yeh decide kar liya
ki main tumhare layak nahi.
Sach kya tha pata hai?
Main tumhare saath chalna chahta tha—
bas apne speed se.
Na aage, na peeche.
Par tumhe toh race chahiye thi.
Tumne mujhe replace nahi kiya kisi aur se…
tumne mujhe replace kiya apni impatience se.
Tumhe answers chahiye the,
mujhe waqt.
Par waqt dene se pehle hi
tumne faisla de diya.
Aur yeh hi sabse bada heartbreak tha—
tum mujhe samajhne ke liye rukna nahi chahti thi…
tum bas outcome chaahti thi.
Main slow tha…
par main tumhare liye wrong nahi tha.
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