Wo budha shahar

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Chaurahe ki fuse batti ka bekarar chand ko ghurna, sadak ki dararoon par ghaans ka vidroh jatana, cricket ground par berok-tok jhaad patti ka ug aana, park me godhuli ka akele jhoola jhulna, colony ke kolahal ka bebas chuppi se haath milana, retired quarteroon me sunepan ka dar se nirantar ladna, chabutare par gupshup ke bina shaam ka udaas bhaithna, bada mushkil hota hai,kisi shahar ko dum todte huye dekhna. Kahin kisi ki zubani suna zarur tha, schooli kitaboon me pada bhi tha, tv par Harsud ko bhi dekha tha, par kabhi yun mahsoos na kiya tha. Ab jo aankhon ke samne dekh raha tha, shabdoon me usi ko sanjo raha tha. Shayad sab yaadon ki tijori me hi band rah jayega, apne nanho ko dikhane ko kuch na bach payega. Nak naksh, rang roop, hawa pani, alag lag rahi thi bachpan ki har ek kahani. Pani ki....