๐ค Tum Theek Ho Na?
Ek Dark Romance Kahani | Safar-e-Yogi
Yeh kahani aaj ki generation ke pyaar par adharit hai. Kuch ghatnaayein vaastavik hain, kuch prerit. Naam aur sthaan badle gaye hain. - YOGI KI KAHANI
Sheher ki bheed mein rehkar bhi kuch log bohot zyada akela mehsoos karte hain.
Yeh kahani bhi wahin se shuru hoti hai — ek sheher, kuch unsent messages, aur raat ke un lamhon se jab phone ki roshni zyada tez lagne lagti hai.
Un dono ki mulaqat koi khaas jagah par nahi hui. Na cafรฉ, na college, na doston ke zariye. Bas ek random social media reply se baat shuru hui. Ek sentence, jo shayad bina soche likha gaya tha, par saamne wale ke liye bohot kuch tha.
Baat dheere dheere badhne lagi. Roz ke messages calls mein badalne lage. Aur calls… raat ke lambe conversations mein. Din bhar ki thakaan raat ko awaaz mein utar aati thi. Ek sunta tha, doosra bolta tha. Yeh balance un dono ko theek lagta tha.
Shuruat mein sab halka tha. Bina expectations ke. Bina labels ke.
Par kuch rishton ka bojh tab badhta hai jab unhe naam nahi diya jaata.
Dheere dheere ek ka mood doosre ke replies par tikne laga. Late reply hone par bechaini hoti. Seen par chhod dene se mann bhari ho jaata. Busy hone ka matlab ignore samjha jaane laga.
Raat ke waqt baatein badal gayi. Hasne ki jagah sawal aane lage.
“Agar main zyada attach ho jaaun toh?”
“Tum kabhi chhod toh nahi doge?”
In sawalon ka jawaab dena mushkil hota hai, jab khud ke emotions clear na hon.
Kabhi kabhi khamoshi ko samajhdaari samajh liya jaata hai. Par asal mein, woh sirf darr hota hai — confrontation ka.
Ek raat, bilkul 12:59 AM par, ek call aayi. Awaaz kaanp rahi thi. Words saaf nahi the, par darr poori tarah mehsoos ho raha tha.
Us raat ke baad cheezein pehle jaisi nahi rahi.
Pyaar tha, par saath mein ghutan bhi thi. Care tha, par uske saath control ka ehsaas bhi. Ek ko lagta tha woh sab kuch de raha hai, doosre ko lagta tha woh har din thoda thoda chhoot raha hai.
Phir ek din sach bola gaya — space chahiye.
Koi ladai nahi hui. Koi dramatic goodbye nahi tha. Sirf ek “theek hai” aur uske baad gehri khamoshi.
Kabhi kabhi sabse khatarnaak cheez awaaz nahi, khamoshi hoti hai.
Ek raat phone par unknown number se message aaya. Kuch galat hone ka ehsaas pehle hi ho chuka tha.
Hospital ki safed roshni, dheemi awaazein, aur waqt jo ruk sa gaya tha.
Zindagi bach gayi.
Par andar kuch toot gaya.
Wahan ek sach samne aaya — koi marna nahi chahta tha. Bas akela mehsoos hona band karna chahta tha.
Kuch rishte ilaaj nahi hote.
Woh saath khatam hua. Isliye nahi kyunki pyaar kam tha. Balki isliye kyunki pyaar ka matlab sirf saath rehna nahi hota.
Aage badhna pada. Alag alag.
Ek ne madad lena seekha. Doosre ne zimmedari chhodna.
Dono zinda rahe.
Par badle hue.
Aaj ke pyaar mein aksar:
attachment ko mohabbat samajh liya jaata hai
khamoshi ko ignore
aur space ko rejection
Par har gehra rishta sehatmand ho, yeh zaroori nahi.
Kuch mohabbatein awaaz mein nahi hoti…
woh raat ke 12:59 AM par mehsoos hoti hain.
— Yogi
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