Ek saadharan raat ka khana jab bahnon ke rishte ki garmahat aur yaadon ki khushboo se mehak utha.
Kahte hain ki bahnein chahe kitni bhi badi ho jaayein, unke beech ki khatti-meethi nok-jhonk kabhi khatam nahi hoti. Wahi tange khinchna, wahi taane-maarne aur wahi beparwah hasi – yahi to wo cheezein hain jo bahnon ke rishte ko khaas banati hain.
Aisi hi do bahnein thi – Neha aur Pooja. Neha badi thi – zimmedar, samajhdaar aur thodi gusail. Pooja chhoti – chanchal, shararti aur baaton se sabko hasa dene wali. Bachpan mein dono ek saath khelenge-ladenge badi hui thi, lekin shaadi ke baad dono alag-alag shehron mein bas gayi thi.
Neha ki shaadi Delhi mein hui thi aur Pooja ki Jaipur mein. Saalon se dono ki mulaakatein bas tyohaar aur kisi shaadi-vyaah tak hi seemit reh gayi thi. Phone par baatein to hoti thi, lekin wo raat bhar chhat par baith kar gappe maarne wali baatein kahin kho gayi thi.
Achaanak Bana Dinner Plan
Us saal Pooja ne achaanak Neha ko phone kiya –
“Didi! Agle hafte tumhare shehar aa rahi hoon. Office ka chhota sa kaam hai – par socha tumhare saath ek raat rukungi.”
Neha ki awaaz mein wahi badi behan wali sakhti thi – “Sirf ek raat? Tere liye mere paas itna hi waqt hai kya?”
Dono hans padi.
Pooja boli – “Theek hai, bas fir usi ek raat mein sab nipta lena – khana, baatein, gappe, jhagde – sab!”
Neha ne bhi thaan liya – “Theek hai, is baar main kuch khaas banaungi – aisa dinner jo tu zindagi bhar yaad rakhegi!”
Ghar Ki Rounak
Jis din Pooja aane wali thi, Neha ne poora ghar chamka diya. Drawing room mein wahi purani photo album nikaal kar rakh di – jismein dono ki bachpan ki tasveerein thi. Kitchen mein sabziyon ki khushboo fail rahi thi. Neha ne Pooja ke liye uski pasand ki dishes banane ki thaani – aloo ke parathe, paneer tikka, daal makhni aur meetha mein gulab jamun.
Shaam hote-hote Pooja bhi aa gayi. Darwaza khulte hi wahi purani chill-pown shuru –
“Oh my God Didi! Tu abhi bhi wahi purane parde lagaye hue hai?”
Neha ne ghoor kar dekha – “Aur teri zubaan bhi wahi purani hi hai!”
Dono khilkhila kar hans padi.
Rasoi Mein Bahnon Ka Mehfil
Dinner banane mein Neha ne khoob tayari ki thi, lekin Pooja ka to kaam hi tha tang adana.Neha ne jhat se pyaz Pooja ke haath mein pakda – “Theek hai, tu pyaz kaat de.”
Pyaz kaat te hi Pooja ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye – “Ye kya Didi! Tumne to rula diya!”
Neha bhi hans padi – “Are ruk, main batati hoon. Chhuri ko paani mein duba le, fir kaat – aansu nahi aayenge!”
Dono bahnein ussi chhoti-chhoti baaton par haste-jhagadte khana bana rahi thi. Rasoi us waqt kitchen nahi, bachpan ka khelghar ban gayi thi.
Purani Yaadon Ki Mithaas
Khana ban gaya to dono ne table par lagaya. Table par baithte hi Neha boli – “Yaad hai, bachpan mein hum maa ke saath aise hi baith kar khate the?”
Pooja ne jhat se kaha – “Haan, aur yaad hai na, kaise tu mujhe sabzi chupke se apni thali mein daal deti thi – aur maa daant deti thi mujhe!”
Neha hans kar boli – “Ab to tujhe sabzi achhi lagne lagi hogi na?”
Pooja ne pyaar se kaha – “Ab to didi ka haath laga khana hi sabse achha lagta hai!”
Dono ke beech kitni purani baatein khul gayi. Bachpan ke jhagde, school ki shararatein, maa ki daant, papa ke kisse – ek dinner mein kitni saari yaadein paros di thi unhone.
Dil Se Dil Tak
Khana khate-khate Pooja achaanak serious ho gayi – “Didi, tujhe pata hai na main kitna busy rehti hoon. Shaadi, office – sab sambhalna padta hai. Kai baar lagta hai ki kaash, fir se wo bachpan laut aaye.”
Neha ne uske haath par haath rakha – “Mujhe bhi aisa hi lagta hai Pooja. Pata hai kyun? Kyunki bachpan mein hum dono ek dusre ke liye waqt nikaal lete the – ab bhi nikaal sakte hain.”
Pooja boli – “Kabhi-kabhi to bas dil karta hai ki tere paas baithun, bina kisi tension ke. Teri baatein sunun, kuch apni sunaun – bas, koi rokne wala na ho.”
Neha ki aankhon mein thodi si nami aa gayi – “Tu jab chahe aa jaana Pooja. Ye ghar tera bhi hai. Aur teri didi hamesha yahin hai – tere liye.”
Dinner Ke Baad Wali Chai
Khana khatam hua to Pooja boli – “Didi, ab meri wali chai!”
Neha hans ke boli – “Teri wahi meethi chai! Kitni baar bola hai, shakkar kam kiya kar – moti ho jayegi!”
Pooja ne taali bajate hue kaha – “Didi, agar tumhari meethi baatein sun ke moti nahi hui to chai se kya hogi!”
Neha chai bana kar layi – adrak wali, bilkul waise jaise bachpan mein papa ke liye banate the. Chai ki har ghunt mein dono ko ghar ki wo chhat yaad aa gayi, jahan baith kar unhone kitni shaamein bitayi thi.
Neend Se Pehle Wali Baat
Raat ho gayi thi. Pooja ne apna bag khola – usmein se ek purana sa photo frame nikala. Usmein unki bachpan ki ek photo thi – jismein Neha ne Pooja ko god mein uthaya hua tha.
Pooja ne muskura kar kaha – “Ye dekh, mere paas ab bhi hai. Jahan jaati hoon, saath lekar jaati hoon. Kyunki jab tu paas nahi hoti, to ise dekh kar lagta hai ki didi yahin hai.”
Neha ne wo photo frame pakda aur Pooja ko gale se laga liya – “Sach mein, ye dinner kabhi nahi bhoolungi main.”
Seekh
Bahnon ka rishta bahut khaas hota hai – chahe dooriyan kitni bhi ho jaayein, ek saath baith kar khaya gaya dinner fir se bachpan laa sakta hai. Zindagi ki bhaag-daud mein apnon ke saath bitaayi ek raat bhi kabhi-kabhi sabse bada tohfa ban jaati hai.
