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ᗯᕼᗴᖇᗴ ᖴIᑕTIOᑎ ᗰᗴᗴTՏ ᖇᗴᗩᒪITY (I)

What happens when a writer falls in love with his own creation?

(A random idea that popped in my mind..do let me know without hesitation if you find it boring...then I won't write the further parts.)

"Anubhav Baba apse Milne kuch log aaye hain niche."Old Ramu Kaka shouted from downstairs.

"Uff!!Phirse se kaun aagaya....yeh teesra ghar hain jo humne chahne wale aur prakashakon ki wajah se badla hain par yaha bhi shaanti nahi hain.Kitni baar kaha hain kaka se anjaan log ho toh bol Dena ki hum nahi hain ghar par.Abb koi chara bhi nahi hain jana hi padega milne."He huffed and closed his writing pad.

Descending downstairs he noticed two men sitting on his brown Teak sofa sipping on tea served by Ramu Kaka.Both of them stood up as they saw Anubhav.

"Baithiye Baithiye." He gestured the men to sit while taking the seat opposite to them."Jii hum app dono ki kya seva kar sakte hain."He asked politely.

"Lagta hain aap hume bhool gaye hain sir,main Prakash Publishing House ka malik Prakash Khanna aur yeh mera assistant Rajat.Pichle 3mahine se dhoondne k baad apke naye Ghar ka pata chala hain."Said the man in his mid 50s.Anubhav gave a tight lipped smile in response.

"Waise sir ek sawal kaafi der se mere man mein chal raha hain...aapka shaher mein khudka ghar hote huye bhi aap gaon k iss purane se ghar ko kiraye pe lekar kyun rahe rahe hain?"Prakash asked making himself more comfortable on the sofa.

"Jii thodi si shaanti k liye..par lagta nahi woh humare naseeb mein hain"
Prakash very well understood the taunt thrown at him but acted oblivious.He again spoke....

"Sir,woh woh aapki nayi kitaab usse publish karne ka mauka humein dijiye na"He requested flashing his pearl white teeth.

"Dekhiye mahoday hum aapse pahele bhi kahe chuke hain woh koi kitaab nahi hain hum bas aise hi likh rahe the kuch...ek panna galti se chala gaya aapke paas uss hastalipi k saath...humne aage kuch nhi likha hain."Anubhav tried to make him understand.

"Toh agey likhiye na sir,woh ek panna padhkar hum sabka dimaag ghoom Gaya hain...aap soch nahi sakte sir readers mein kya tahelka mach jayegi.Back to back do crime thrillers k baad ab sab aapse kuch romantic story k aasha mein hain sir.Uss panne mein aapne jis ladki ka zikr kiya hain woh bhi baki mashoor kalpanik kirdar-Jane Eyre,Lady Macbeth, Binodini, Charulata ya phir Heer,Laila, Umrao jaan ki tarah humesha k liye amar ho jayegi.Hum kala ki qadar karne wale log hain sir,Qeemat ki chinta aap mat karna..bas woh kahani main hi publish karunga sir."

"Dekhiye hum apki baat samajh rahe hain par sach mein humne woh bas aise hi likh diya tha..uske baad humne kuch socha bhi nahi hain..aur filhal hum ek dusri kahani par kaam kar rahe hain..khatam hogi toh apko zaroor batayenge."Anubhav said patiently although internally he was feeling to kick the men out of the house.

"Thik hain sir jaisi aapki marzi par yaad rahe woh kahani agar aap likhenge toh kisi aur k paas nahi jaani chahiye,aap sabse pahele hume batayenge."Prakash said.

"Avashya.."Anubhav smiled and stood up indicating that they should go now.PK and his assistant Rajat also unwillingly got up from their place.

After they went Anubhav told Ramu Kaka

"Kaka aap aise hi anjan logo ko andar mat aane Diya Karo"

"Humri kono galti nahi Anubhav Baba...oo dono humka bole ki apke faide ka baat ba isiliye hum aane diye andar."he defended himself.

"Koi baat nahi...hum kamre mein jaa rahe hain abhi koi bhi aaye toh hume pareshan mat karna...hmm!"He said politely and went upstairs.
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Anubhav sat at his desk tired and irritated after the conversation with Prakash Khanna and his assistant.He turned a few pages of his writing pad and automatically a smile crept up on his lips.He started writing from where he had left..

|Dopaher ka samay tha November ki meethi dhup mein woh apni sakhiyon k saath Nadi kinare aam k bagiche mein khel rahi thi.

"Haseena mujhe pakad."Uski sakhi Uma ne awaaz lagai aur ankhon mein Patti bandhi hui Haseena uski awaz ka picha karte hue agey badhne lagi.Uski payel ki madhur chankar uss jageh ki khamoshi ko chirte huye hawaon mein gunjne lagi.Baheti hawa uski khuli zulfon ko chukar nikal rahi thi aur woh har bar apni uljhi lat sawarne ki vifal cheshta kar rahi thi, pareshan uske mukh se kuch aspasht shabd nikle......|

He kept writing for some more time until his hand started paining.He kept his pen aside and caressed a name that was repeated several times on the pages.

"Haseena"he murmured the name.He pulled out his Dairy from drawer and started writing...

|"Tum sirf humari kahani ka
ek kirdaar nahi, humari kalpana ki udaan ho tum...humari tanhai ki saathi,humari har ek dhadkan ka hissa ho tum,jante hain hum tum kaalpanik ho par humari paheli aur aakhri mohabbat ho tum.Aur apne prem ko hum kisike saath baanta nahi chahte..aaj phir woh Prakashak Prakash Khanna aaya tha uss panne ki puri kahani humse maange..kaise de dete usse,humne jhoot kahe Diya....nahi chahte hum puri duniya tumhe dekhe,tumhe soche tum sirf humari ho, tumpar sirf humhara haq hain.|

He stopped writing and looked outside the window at the dark sky.His spine was paining from sitting for so long.He went to the roof for a walk.He stood by the railing enjoying the mild breeze when he noticed an old man,his beard reaching upto his chest walking through the street infront of his house.He was wearing a brown cloak and carrying an oil lantern and was shouting "Mushkil aasan!!mushkil aasaan!!".He sat under a big Banyan tree and in no time was surrounded by a lot of villagers.The scene was new to Anubhav,he decided to go there..
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The old man seemed to be a fortune teller.He was telling the villagers about their future also was suggesting way outs of their current or upcoming problem.Intrigued,Anubhav also stood in the queue and finally his turn came...

"Aisa kuch hone wala hain teri zindagi mein jiski tune kalpana bhi nahi ki hogi...koi aisa dastak denewali hain teri zindagi mein jo teri puri zindagi badal degi...khwaab-hakikat sab ek ho jayega...kuch aisa hoga jo tere soch k pare hain."The old man said looking intently at the lines on Anubhav's forehead.

Anubhav smiled and said
"Thik hain hume bhi intezaar rahega aisi ghatna ka..aapki dakshina kya hain baba?"Sarcasm evident in his voice.

"Ghar ja tu..koi paise nahi chahiye mujhe tujhse.Allah Pak teri har dua qubool karein."The old main said before concentrating on the next man in queue.

Coming back home Anubhav once again started writing... writing about her has become his addiction now.He had fallen head over heels for his own creation 'Haseena'.He stopped writing only when he felt his eye lids getting heavy.He closed his writing pad.
"Humare sapno ki -Haseena" He murmured while caressing the same words written on the cover.
To be continued....
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