Un dino hum cycle bhaade pe liya karte they. Ek chhota sa
garage hua karta tha, actually shaayad ussey garage nahi keh sakte. Un dino
mere area se dharavi ke liye ek walkway bridge hua karta tha. Usike neeche ek
choti si jagah mein hua karti thi toni ki cyle ki dukaan. Aap uss bridge ke
paas jaate, aur aapko door se hi dher saari cycle baahar mooh karti dikhaai
deti. Toni ke paas saari kism ki cycle hua karti thi. Badi,choti yahan tak ki
tricycles bhi. Sabse zyaada chalti
thi who thi BMX cycles. Sunday ko Tv par uski ads bhi bahut baar aati thi. Par
meri jo favourite cycle thi who BMX nahi thi. Who ek purani si blue colour ki
cycle thi jiska naam bhi mit gaya tha. Mujhe who isliye pasand thi kyonki who bas
bilkul meri height ki thi. Jaise mere liye hi banaayi gayi ho. Garmi ki chhuttiyon
mein har roz cycle chalaane ki
permission milti thi. Atthani mein aadha ghanta, aur ek rupaiye mein poora ek
ghanta. Meri mummy uss mamle mein kaafi dildaar thi. Harroz hamein ek rupaiya
milta tha cycle chalaane ke liye. Aur phir kya, pocket mein do khanakti athhani
daali aur shaan se chal pade toni ki dukaan ke liye. Lekin kaafi dafa aisa hota
tha ki aap toni ke paas pahunche aur bas tabhi hi koi bachcha aapki
favouritewaali cycle lekar jaa raha hota tha. Aap ussey rok toh nahi sakte they
kyonki is cycle pe uska bhi shaayad utna hi haq tha jitna aapka. Who atthani
deta, aur aadhe ghante ke liye cycle uski ho jaati. Shaayad aaj apne mashooq ko
kisi aur ki bahon mein sochkar jaisi feeling aati hain, uss samay woh feeling aisi
hi kuch hua karti thi. Phir kya, aapke paas toh ek hi ghanta hai, toh aap phir
koi bhi doosri cycle uthaate they aur round maarne nikal padte they. Par phir
agle din, toni ki dukaan khulne se pehle hi wahan pe pahunch jaate they. Jaisi
hi dukaan khuli, bas jhat se apni cycle ko pakad lete they aur ek rupaiya jhat
se toni ke haath mein thamaa dete they. Jaane ke waqt who kalwaala bachcha aata
tha, aur aap seena phulaakar apni cycle ko kasskar pakde hue uske saamne se
gujarte they. Phir chalaane mein jo mazaa aata tha, who shaayad apni khud ki
personal cycle chalaane mein bhi na aata hoga…
Rule yeh tha ki toni ke paas se cycle bhaade par lo, phir
apni galli mein jaake chalao taaki mummy ki nazar hardam aap par tiki rahe.
Kaafi baar mummy apne rasoikaam mein busy ho jaati thi. Aisa mauka haath mein
aaya nahi aur bas cycle lekar un galliyon ki taraf chal diye jahan par aapka
jaana allowed nahi tha. Kyon? Kyonki who galliyan dharavi ke nazdeek thi aur
wahan choriyan bahut hoti hain. Waise wahan chalte hue darr lagta tha, par jab
cycle par they, socha karte they ki aa jaane do chor ko. Aaya toh cycle itni
tezz daudaani hai ki who kabhi pakaad hi na paaye. Iss khayaal mein kuch gazab ka romanch tha. Aur aise palon
mein ek gazab si azaadi mehsoos hoti thi.
Aaj shaayad apni gaadi mein
bhi main kuch aisi bastiyon se gujarti hoon jahaan choriyaan bahut hoti hain.
Par mujhe who azaadi nahi mehsoos hoti. Balki ek darr sa bana rehta hain. Kuch
anhoni hone ka darr. Jab main
sochti hoon tab aisi kuchh khaas cheez khayaal mein nahi aati jiske khone par
mujhe bahut hi dukh hoga. Phir bhi ek darr bana rehta hai. Shaayad bachpan mein
kuch khone ka dard mehsoos nahi kiya tha toh kuch khone ka darr bhi nahi tha…
Jo tha, who thi khuli sansein, thandi hawan aur haathon mein apni favourie bhaade ki cycle… 
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