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Main ek chhoti si shaanti waali jagah mein, apne dada-dadi ke purane ghar mein aayi thi chhuttiyon ke liye. Hua yun ke dadi kuch mahine pehle hi guzri thi, aur ghar ab khaali tha. Akele rehna mujhe pasand tha, par is baar kuch alag tha.
Ek din main unka kamra saaf kar rahi thi jab almari ke neeche ek purani diary mili. Kaali cover, saraswati mata ka ek puraana sticker laga tha upar. Jab khola, toh likha tha — “Yeh haveli sirf deewar aur chhat nahi, yahaan kuch band hai… kuch purana, kuch bhool chuka.” Mujhe laga dadi ka likha koi kahani hogi. Par har pane ke saath meri sansen tez hone lagi. Diary ke aakhri panne par likha tha, “Agar tum yeh padh rahe ho, toh raat ke baad chhatt pe mat jaana.”
Usi raat, raat ke do baje, chhatt se kisi ke chalne ki awaaz aayi. Pehle socha main hallucinate kar rahi thi… par jab diya apne aap bujh gaya, aur khidki se kuch parchaaiyaan andar padne lagi, toh main chok gayi. Bistar ke neeche chhup ke baith gayi.
Uske baad har raat kuch na kuch hota. Kitchen mein bartan hilte, diwar pe kuch likha milta – “Main wapas aa gaya hoon.” Maine padosi aunty se poocha, toh unka chehra safed pad gaya. Unhone bataya ki dada ke chhote bhai ne isi haveli ke chhatt se jump kiya tha 40 saal pehle. Woh diary… ussi ki thi.
Ek raat himmat karke main chhatt pe gayi. Wahaan ek chhoti si mitti ki dibiya mili, jisme ek purani photo aur ek rakhi thi. Jaise hi maine usse chooa, thandi hawa aur ek cheekh gunji – “Kyun toda mere vishwas ko?”
Main behosh ho gayi.
Jab hosh aaya, main apne kamre mein thi. Diary gayab thi. Lekin har raat, wahi pair ki chaap wapas aati hai… chhatt se neeche, mere darwaaze tak.
Ab main har raat taala lagati hoon, lekin mujhe lagta hai — ek din, woh taala bhi kaafi nahi hoga.
