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Rakesh agarwal ek junior software engineer tha, Noida Sector 62 ke ek chhote startup mein kaam karta tha. Roz subah office jaata tha aur sham ko Metro aur sharing auto leke ghar lautta tha. Magar jab tak CyberHub ke saamne construction ka traffic jam clear hota, use ek better raasta mil gaya tha—Shivpuri bypass. Ek purana road jo ek abandoned railway crossing ke paas se guzarta tha.
Woh railway crossing ajeeb thi. Koi signal tower nahi, koi gatekeeper nahi, par har sham 6:01 baje wahan ek signal blink karta tha—pehle lal, phir harit. Aur log kahte the, wahan kisi train ke horn ki awaaz bhi aati thi, lekin koi train kabhi dikhti nahi thi. Rakesh ne hamesha isse ek urban legend ki tarah suna tha, until usne khud suna.
Ek Thrusday ki sham, jab uska office kaam late chhuta, woh Shivpuri bypass se wapas aa raha tha ki usne clearly ek horn suna. Basic curiosity mein usne gaadi side mein laga di. Phone uthaya aur record on kiya—soch raha tha viral reel banayega.
6:00 baje uske saamne wale railway track ke signal par lal light chamk rahi thi. Ek eerie silence tha. Thand bhi kuch zyada lag rahi thi uss waqt, jaise hawa ruk gayi ho. Phir 6:01 baje, signal green ho gaya, aur ek purani steam engine wali train—kaali, dhund mein lipti—un tracks par aakar ruk gayi.
Par usme se koi utar nahi raha tha. Koi chhonkata awaz nahi thi. Kuch der ke liye bas silence thi. Rakesh ne aage badhkar phone se zoom in karke video banana start kiya. Tabhi ek khidki ke peeche se chehra dikha—pale, expressionless, seedha uski taraf dekh raha tha. Tabhi uske phone se ek voice note vibrate ki tarah aaya: “Chadh jaa, der ho rahi hai…”
Rakesh chauk gaya. Ye message uske kisi contact se nahi tha. Number unknown tha, aur voice static ke beech se nikal rahi thi, jaise kisi purani tape recorder se. Tabhi train ka ek dabba khud-ba-khud khul gaya. Rakesh jhuk kar dekha, andar dark tha par kuch silhouettes hil rahe the… ya shayad static images? Uska sir ghoom gaya.
Peeche ek aur gaadi ruk gayi thi, aur usne horn diya. Rakesh jaise trance mein wapas apni seat pe aaya aur car start karke nikal gaya.
Paas ke dhaba pe ruk kar usne video rewind kiya—lekin kuch bhi record nahi hua tha. Na train, na signal. Sirf ek black screen aur ek kharash-jaisa audio aur wohi voice: “Chadh jaa, der ho rahi hai…”
Ghar pahunchne ke baad usko strange sapne aane lage. Same train, same chehra, aur platform pe ek board: “Time Lasts Here.”
Agle kuch dino tak Rakesh ne sab ignore karne ki koshish ki. Par har shaam, uske phone pe 6:01 baje wohi unknown voice note aata: “Chadh jaa, der ho rahi hai…”
Uske colleagues kehne lage ke woh absent-minded ho gaya hai. Woh kaam mein dhyan nahi de raha tha. Uska phone kabhi kabhi khud se recorder on karta, aur usme strange train ke station ke background score record hote—lekin woh kabhi proximity mein nahi gaya tha.
Ek din usne apne ek studious colleague Shyam se ye sab discuss kiya. Shyam ne bataya ki Shivpuri signal wala area pehle real station hota tha, par ek accident ke baad 1987 mein band ho gaya tha. Ek special train—the Last Local—raatri ko late chali thi, aur puri ki puri vanish ho gayi thi. Na koi bogie, na bodies. Sirf ye kaha gaya ke train kisi dusre waqt mein fissal gayi.
Tab se har 6:01 baje us waqt ka residual signal blink karta hai—aur sirf woh log jinki zindagi mein kuch adhoora hai, unhe woh train dikhti hai.
Rakesh ke paas sirf ek cheez adhoori thi: uska bhai, Mohit, jo 2016 mein bina trace ke gayab ho gaya tha railway se. Unka jhagda hone ke baad, Mohit ne ghar chhod diya tha.
Agle din Rakesh ne decide kiya—woh wapas Shivpuri signal pe jayega. Woh train ka sach samajhna chahta tha.
6:00 baje woh wahan pahunch gaya. Dhund ghani thi. Signal ka lal light blink kar raha tha. Tabhi phone vibrate hua: “Chadh jaa, der ho rahi hai…”
6:01
Train dubbing mein aayi. Wahi engine. Wahi dark silhouettes.
Darwaza khula.
Rakesh ne pehli baar kadam aage badhaya.
Andar sirf ek lambe corridor jaisa tha, jisme har khidki ke peeche flashbacks chal rahe the. Memories. Rakesh ne dekha—Mohit ek dabbe ke andar, jaise usi mein phase ho. Mouth open in silent scream.
Train ne horn diya.
Tabhi uska phone bankar ek last voice note chhod gaya:
“Jo samay mein atak jaata hai, uska waqt yaheen guzar jaata hai…”
Agle din media reports mein bataya gaya: ek aur aadmi Shivpuri bypass ke paas gaayab ho gaya. Uska phone sirf ek cheez play karta raha:
“Chadh jaa, der ho rahi hai…”
Aur tab se 6:01 wali train mein ek aur silhouette dikhta hai—khidki ke us paar.
