Jab Maa Ne Apna Bank Account Khola, To sab Khilaaf Kyun Ho Gaye?

Kavita ko yaad bhi nahi tha ki aakhri baar usne apne liye kya kharida tha.

45 saal ki Kavita ki duniya uske pati Rajesh, do bachchon aur sasural ke aas-paas hi ghoomti thi. Subah sabse pehle uthna, sabke liye chai banana, ghar sambhalna, khana banana, dawa yaad dilana, fees bharwane ki tension lena—ye sab uski zimmedari thi.

Aur ajeeb baat ye thi ki itna sab karne ke baad bhi ghar mein kisi ko lagta tha ki Kavita karti hi kya hai.

Ek shaam, jab Rajesh TV dekh raha tha aur bachche mobile mein busy the, Kavita ne halki si awaaz mein kaha:

"Mujhe silai machine leni thi... thodi achchi wali."

Rajesh bina uski taraf dekhe bola:

"Ab is umar mein kya karogi silai machine ka? Faltu kharcha mat socho."

Baat khatam ho gayi.

Jaise har baar ho jaati thi.

Lekin us raat Kavita ko neend nahi aayi.

Use mehsoos hua ki poori zindagi usne sabki zaruratein poori ki hain, lekin uski apni koi pehchaan hi nahi bachi.

Do din baad woh bank gayi.

Aur pehli baar apne naam ka ek savings account khulwa liya.

Sirf account.

Na koi business.

Na koi badi planning.

Na koi bagawat.

Bas ek account.

Lekin ghar mein jaise toofan aa gaya.

Rajesh ne passbook dekh li.

"Yeh kya hai?"

"Bank account hai," Kavita ne shaant hokar kaha.

"Tumhe account ki kya zarurat hai?"

"Apni thodi saving rakhna chahti hoon."

Rajesh ka chehra sakht ho gaya.

"Matlab ab tum mujhse paise chhupaaogi?"

Us raat pehli baar dinner table par Kavita ko chor ki tarah dekha gaya.

Beta bola:

"Mummy ko achanak kya ho gaya hai?"

Beti ne bhi kaha:

"Papa hi to sab sambhalte hain."

Kavita chup rahi.

Agle kuch hafton tak ghar ka mahaul badal gaya.

Rajesh usse kam baat karne laga.

Har kharch ka hisaab poochta.

Kabhi-kabhi to mazaak uda kar kehta:

"Madam ka private account hai ab."

Sab haste.

Sirf Kavita nahi.

Usne ek chhota sa kaam shuru kar diya.

Pados ki auraton ke kapde alter karna.

Silai.

Jis silai machine ke liye mana kar diya gaya tha, usne purani machine saaf karke kaam chalu kar diya.

Pehle mahine usne sirf 1800 rupaye kamaye.

Dusre mahine 3200.

Phir dheere-dheere aur zyada.

Woh har rupaya apne account mein jama karti gayi.

Lekin ghar walon ki soch nahi badli.

Unke liye ye sirf ek zid thi.

Phir ek din kuch aisa hua jisne sab badal diya.

Rajesh ki company mein achanak downsizing hui.

Uski naukri chali gayi.

Ghar mein sannata chha gaya.

EMI.

School fees.

Bijli ka bill.

Rashan.

Sab sawal banke saamne khade the.

Rajesh pehli baar toot gaya.

Teen din tak woh kamre se bahar nahi nikla.

Bachche bhi pareshaan the.

Us raat Kavita chupchaap apni almari se passbook lekar aayi.

Usne Rajesh ke saamne rakh di.

Rajesh ne dekha.

Account mein ek achchi khaasi rakam jama thi.

Usne hairani se Kavita ki taraf dekha.

"Yeh sab...?"

"Meri silai se," Kavita ne dheere se kaha.

Rajesh kuch bol nahi paya.

Kuch pal tak kamre mein sirf khamoshi thi.

Phir Kavita ne kaha:

"Main paise chhupana nahi chahti thi. Main bas itna chahti thi ki agar kabhi mushkil aaye, to main bhi is ghar ke kaam aa sakun."

Rajesh ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye.

Usse yaad aaya ki usne kitni baar Kavita ki baaton ko nazarandaaz kiya tha.

Kitni baar use mehsoos karaya tha ki uski koi ahmiyat nahi.

Agle din Rajesh ne pehli baar sabke saamne kaha:

"Is ghar ko sirf maine nahi sambhala. Kavita ne bhi sambhala hai. Shayad hum sab uski value samajhne mein bahut der kar gaye."

Bachche chup the.

Unhe bhi apni galti samajh aa rahi thi.

Kuch mahine baad Rajesh ko nayi job mil gayi.

Lekin ek cheez hamesha ke liye badal chuki thi.

Ab ghar ke faislon mein Kavita ki awaaz bhi utni hi zaruri thi jitni kisi aur ki.

Aur uska bank account?

Woh band nahi hua.

Balki us account se Kavita ne apna chhota sa tailoring center shuru kar diya.

Aaj bhi jab koi usse poochta hai ki uski zindagi kab badli thi, to woh muskura kar kehti hai:

"Us din, jab maine pehli baar apne naam ka bank account khola tha."

Kyuki kabhi-kabhi bagawat chillakar nahi hoti.

Kabhi-kabhi bagawat sirf ek form bharne se shuru hoti hai.