Har subah humein lagta hai ki aaj bhi kal jaisi hi hogi. Wahi suraj, wahi raaste, wahi log, wahi routine. Alarm bajega, chai banegi, office ki race shuru hogi aur din pata hi nahi chalega kab khatam ho gaya. Lekin agar ek pal ke liye hum ruk kar dekhein, toh pata chalta hai ki koi bhi subah kabhi pehli wali subah jaisi nahi hoti.
Us din nadi ke kinare khada tha. Suraj abhi poori tarah nikla nahi tha, lekin uski narangi roshni paani par dheere-dheere phail rahi thi. Hawa mein ek ajeeb sa sukoon tha. Door bridge par kuch hi gaadiyan chal rahi thi, aur sheher aisa lag raha tha jaise abhi aankhen kholne ki koshish kar raha ho. Ek aadmi bas railing ke paas khada paani ko dekh raha tha. Na phone haath mein tha, na kisi se baat kar raha tha. Bas woh aur woh subah.
Phir achanak… bina kisi warning ke, saikdon kabootar ek saath aasman ki taraf ud gaye. Kisi ne unhe daraaya nahi tha. Kisi ne awaaz nahi lagayi thi. Bas ek hi pal mein zameen khaali ho gayi aur aasman pankhon se bhar gaya. Kuch kabootar nadi ke upar ghoom kar wapas aa gaye. Kuch seedha imaaraton ki taraf nikal gaye. Aur kuch ne toh udna zaroori hi nahi samjha. Woh aaram se wahi daane chugte rahe, jaise unke liye wahi jagah hi kaafi ho.
Us manzar ko dekhte hue ek baat dimag mein aayi. Hum sab bhi toh kuch aise hi hain. Hum sab ek hi suraj ke neeche uthte hain. Sabke paas ek hi din hota hai. Lekin har insaan ki direction alag hoti hai. Koi bahut jaldi apni manzil tak pahunch jaata hai. Koi raste mein apna sapna badal deta hai. Koi thoda aur waqt leta hai. Aur koi chup-chaap apni baari ka intezaar karta rehta hai. Har kisi ki udan alag hai, aur shayad isi mein uski khoobsurti hai.
Sabse interesting baat ye hai ki ye manzar roz hota hai. Roz subah ye kabootar udte hain. Roz suraj nikalta hai. Roz nadi waise hi behti hai. Lekin agar tum kal wapas aaoge, toh kuch bhi bilkul aaj jaisa nahi hoga. Roshni badal chuki hogi. Hawa ka rukh alag hoga. Kabootaron ki udan ka pattern alag hoga. Aur shayad tum bhi kal wale insaan nahi hoge.
Hum routine ko boring bol dete hain. Kehte hain ki har din same hai. Lekin sach toh ye hai ki routine repeat hoti hai, moments nahi. Har subah apni ek nayi kahani lekar aati hai. Har din humein dobara shuru karne ka ek aur mauka deta hai. Farq sirf itna hai ki hum aksar itni jaldi mein hote hain ki us kahani ko dekh hi nahi paate.
Shayad isi liye woh kabootaron ki udan itni yaad reh gayi. Sirf isliye nahi ki ek saath itne saare pankh aasman mein the, balki isliye kyunki usne yaad dilaya ki zindagi ki sabse khoobsurat cheezein roz hoti hain… aur phir bhi kabhi dobara waise nahi hoti.
Har subah ek nayi shuruaat hai.
Aur har udan… sirf ek baar hoti hai.
