Pehla Jumeraat

Andar. Cafe. Dopahar. Pankha chal raha hai magar hawa nahin de raha.

Cafe mein satrah mezein thin aur unme se sirf ek aisi thi jahan se darwaza bhi dikhta tha aur sarrak bhi. Wo mez hamesha khaali hoti thi, isliye ke shehar mein log ya to bahar dekhte hain ya andar — dono ek saath koi nahin dekhta.

Us din wo mez khaali nahin thi. Ek larki wahan baithi thi, uske saamne ek khula notebook tha aur usme kuch likha nahin gaya tha.

Sara

Aap khare kyun hain? Baith jaiye. Main mez nahin khareedi, sirf kursi li hai.

Faraz

Main pichle do saal se har Jumeraat isi mez par baithta hoon.

Sara

Toh phir aap ko andaza hoga ke yahan chai kitni buri banti hai. Aur phir bhi aap aate hain.

Faraz baith jaata hai. Bearer bina poochhe do chai le aata hai.

Baad mein, jab yeh sab bahut peecha ho chuka tha, dono ko yaad tha ke us pehli mulaqat mein kisi ne apna naam nahin bataya tha. Naam teesre Jumeraat ko aaye. Pehle do Jumeraat sirf chai ke the.