Kitaab Mein Apna Naam Dekhkar Main Dar Gayi

Us din main bas casually apni purani bookshelf saaf kar rahi thi. Ghar mein sab busy the, aur mujhe laga thoda timepass bhi ho jayega. Ek purani, dust se bhari kitaab mere haath lagi, jiska cover almost fade ho chuka tha.

Jab maine uske pages kholne start kiye, toh andar ek page par ek naam likha hua tha. Aur woh naam tha mera.

Mera poora naam, bilkul waise hi jaise school records mein likha hota hai. Mere haath ek second ke liye freeze ho gaye. Pehle mujhe laga shayad koi coincidence hoga, ya kisi aur ka same name. But neeche jo date likhi thi, woh dekhkar meri saans ruk si gayi.

Woh date meri birth date ke aas-paas ki thi. Main instantly nervous ho gayi. Ghar mein koi nahi tha, aur room ka silence itna heavy lag raha tha jaise koi mujhe dekh raha ho. Maine kitaab band kar di, lekin dimag mein bas ek hi thought chal raha tha: “Mera naam is kitaab mein kaise aaya?”

Us waqt mujhe yaad aaya ki ye kitaab meri nani ke purane trunk se nikli thi. Nani ab nahi thi, aur unki cheezein ghar mein bas yaadon ki tarah rakhi hui thi. Phir bhi, mera darr kam nahi hua. Ulta aur badh gaya.

Raat ko jab maine papa ko bataya, toh unhone pehle haskar ignore kar diya. Bole, “Purani kitaabon mein log kabhi-kabhi names likh dete hain, itna mat soch.” Lekin mujhe andar se lag raha tha ki ye normal nahi hai.

Next day maine dubara woh kitaab kholi. Is baar maine dhyaan se aur pages check kiye. Ek jagah aur kuch likha tha, jo pehle miss ho gaya tha. Usme likha tha:

“Is kitaab ko wahi samjhega jiska naam ismein likha hai.”

Bas. Main literally thandi pad gayi. Mere mind ne worst-case scenarios banana start kar diye. Kya ye koi old ritual type cheez thi? Kya kisi ne jaan-boojhkar mera naam likha tha? Ya phir family mein koi secret tha jo mujhe nahi pata?

Maine mummy ko dikhaya. Unhone line padhte hi gehri saans li aur mujhe side mein baitha diya. Phir unhone jo bataya, uske baad mera pura dar ekdum different form mein badal gaya.

Woh kitaab actually nani ki diary jaisi thi, jisme unhone family ke sab bachchon ke naam likhe the. Mera naam unhone tab likha tha jab main paida bhi nahi hui thi. Aur uske paas jo date thi, woh meri expected birth month ki thi, isliye mujhe itna creepy laga.

असल बात ye thi ki nani ko lagta tha unka har naya pota-potI ya baccha family ki ek “nayi kahani” hota hai, isliye woh pyaar se unke naam pehle se likh deti thi.

Jab ye sach pata chala, toh mujhe pehle relief hua, phir hansi bhi aayi aur thodi emotional feel bhi hui. Jo cheez mujhe horror movie jaisi lag rahi thi, woh actually pyaar ka ek bohot hi alag tareeka tha.

Us din ke baad maine samjha ki kabhi-kabhi cheezein jitni scary lagti hain, utni hoti nahi. Bas unka context missing hota hai. Aur honestly, us purani kitaab ne mujhe daraaya zaroor, lekin ek beautiful memory bhi de di.

Ab jab bhi main woh kitaab dekhti hoon, mujhe darr nahi aata. Bas nani ki yaad aati hai, aur ye soch ki unhone mere aane se pehle hi mujhe apni kahani ka hissa maan liya tha.