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Dar Ki Asli Kahaniyan, Pune (2026)

30/01/2026

Story #154 — Shaam 6:45 Aur Kuan Ka Saaya

Main ek do-manjila bungalow mein rehti hoon. Ghar ka outer area kaafi khula hai—charon taraf garden jaisa space, saamne phool-paudhon se saja hua hissa aur main entrance ke paas ek simple si bench. Roz shaam ko main aur mere husband wahin baith kar chai peete the. Woh bench aisi jagah rakhi hai jahan se poora backyard aur boundary clearly dikh jaati hai.

Backyard front jaisa sundar nahi hai. Wahan jangli ghaas ug aayi hai, zameen pathrili hai aur plants zyada grow nahi kar paate. Isi backyard mein, master bedroom ki khidki ke saamne, ek purana kuaan hai. Yeh kuaan mere father-in-law ke kehne par khudwaya gaya tha, lekin unke shift ho jaane ke baad iska koi khaas use nahi raha.

Shaam ke waqt, jab mere husband office se wapas aate the, main bench par baith kar unka intezaar karti thi. Kabhi-kabhi meri ek friend—meri gossip mate—bhi aa jaati thi. Hum dono wahi bench par baith kar chai aur snacks ke saath baatein karti thi.

Ek din, main chai bana kar bench par aayi. Shaam bilkul normal lag rahi thi. Hum dono baatein kar rahe the, jab achanak meri nazar backyard ki outer wall par padi. Wahan… kuch safed sa renga raha tha.

Pehle laga shayad aankhon ka dhokha ho. Lekin meri friend ne bhi wahi dekha. Wall par ek safed, insaan jaisi parchai, bilkul dheere-dheere upar ki taraf crawl kar rahi thi. Woh kuch inches hi chali, phir wall ke top ke paas jaakar ruk gayi—bilkul ek hi posture mein jam si gayi.

Woh cheez na jaanwar lag rahi thi, na aadmi… bas ek pale, bejaan sa chehra aur body, jaise kisi ne safedi se banayi ho.

Hum dono uth kar dheere-dheere paas gaye. Jaise-jaise hum paas ja rahe the, woh cheez aur zyada transparent hoti ja rahi thi. Rang udta ja raha tha. Shape dissolve ho rahi thi.

Aur tab achanak…
horn bajne ki awaaz aayi.

Mere husband ki car.

Main aur meri friend ne reflex mein road ki taraf dekha… aur jab wapas wall ki taraf dekha—
wahan kuch bhi nahi tha.

Jaise kabhi kuch tha hi nahi.

Meri friend ne nervous hasi ke saath kaha, “Koi jaanwar hoga.”
Maine bhi haan mein sir hila diya.
Par hum dono jaante the—woh jaanwar nahi tha.

Us din ke baad do din tak kuch nahi hua. Maine khud ko samjhaya, logic dhoondha, aur socha bas imagination tha.

Par phir woh doosri shaam aayi.

Meri friend phir aayi hui thi. Hum bench par baithi baatein kar rahe the. Main kitchen mein snacks lene gayi. Kitchen master bedroom ke paas hai, isliye backyard ki awaazein thodi sunai de jaati hain.

Aur tab…
kuan ki pulley ghoomne ki awaaz aayi.

Bilkul saaf.
Jaise koi paani kheench raha ho.

Mera dil zor se dhadakne laga. Main bahar bhaagi. Dekha meri friend haath mein lakdi liye kuaan ki taraf ja rahi thi.

Maine zor se kaha, “Ruko!”

Quarantine chal raha tha. Workers nahi the. Mere husband ghar par hi office ka kaam kar rahe the. Maine unhe awaaz di.

Unhone neeche aakar hansi uda di. Bole,
“Tum dono educated hoke bhi in cheezon mein vishwas karti ho?”

Mujhe bura laga. Main chup ho gayi. Meri friend bhi chup ho gayi.

Agli shaam meri friend phir aayi. Usne poocha, “Tu theek hai na?”
Main samajh gayi woh kya kehna chahti hai. Maine sir hila diya.

Usne dheere se kaha, “Mujhe lagta hai yeh black magic ho sakta hai. Kisi baba ya shaman ko dikha…”

Woh bol hi rahi thi aur mujhe bench par baithne ko keh rahi thi—
“Bhagwan humare saath hai, darr mat…”

Aur tab achanak—

Roz ke snacks ka plate
upar se balcony se zor se uchhal kar meri friend ke paas aa gira.

Woh cheekh padi.

Mere husband bhaagte hue aaye. Gusse mein maine un par ilzaam laga diya. Unhone kasam kha kar kaha woh bedroom mein the aur unhone kuch nahi phenka. Workers nahi the. Ghar mein sirf hum teen the.

Aaj, jab main shaanti se baith kar yeh sab analyse kar rahi hoon, ek baat samajh aa rahi hai—

Har ghatna lagbhag 6:45 shaam ke aas-paas hui hai.
Wahi waqt jab ghar bilkul khaali ho jaata hai.
Wahi waqt jab mera husband paas hota hai… par saath nahi baitha hota.

Aur sabse ajeeb baat—

Yeh sab meri friend ke saamne hua.
Kabhi mere aur mere husband ke saath nahi.

Bench wahi hai.
Backyard wahi hai.
Kuaan wahi hai.

Par shaam 6:45 ke baad…
kuch jaag jaata hai.

Aur mujhe nahi pata…
woh mujhe dekh raha hai,
ya meri friend ko.

30/01/2026

Story #153 — Maa Aur Laal Aankhon Wala Saand

Mera naam Shrikant hai. Aaj meri umar 50 saal hai aur main Mumbai se hoon. Jo kahani main likh raha hoon, woh meri zindagi ki sabse purani yaad hai—itni purani ki log maanta hi nahi ki ek bachcha use yaad rakh sakta hai. Lekin main jaanta hoon… yeh sirf yaad nahi thi. Yeh kuch aur tha.

Main jab lagbhag 1.5 saal ka tha, meri maa ka ek accident mein dehaant ho gaya. Ghar walon kehte hain main bahut chhota tha, mujhe kuch yaad nahi hona chahiye. Lekin mujhe yaad hai. Puri tasveer nahi, par chhote-chhote tukde—unka chehra, unki awaaz, aur unka aakhri sparsh.

Maa ke jaane ke kuch din baad—exact time mujhe yaad nahi—mujhe ek raat kuch dikhai diya. Main use sapna kehne se bhi darta hoon, kyunki sapne aise nahi hote.

Main neend mein tha, par jo main dekh raha tha, woh bilkul asli lag raha tha.

Main aur meri maa haath pakad kar chal rahe the. Woh road meri society ke paas wali road thi—jahan main baad ke saalon mein bhi kai baar chala hoon. Par us raat… woh road bilkul sunsaan thi. Na koi gaadi, na koi aadmi, na koi awaaz. Sirf hum dono.

Achaanak saamne se ek bahut bada saand aa gaya.

Par woh normal saand nahi tha.

Uski aankhen laal thi, bilkul aag jaisi. Uska size dheere-dheere badh raha tha. Woh apni pichhli taangon par khada ho gaya, aage ki taange hawa mein uth gayi. Uski saans bhaari thi, jaise gurrana. Puri hawa mein uski gandi, jaanwar jaisi mehak thi.

Aur phir…
woh hamari taraf dauda.

Meri maa ne mujhe zor se apni godi mein utha liya aur bhaagna shuru kiya. Main unki gardan se chipka hua tha. Mujhe yaad hai—unka dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Unki saans phooli hui thi.

Par tab kuch aur hi hone laga.

Woh road…
peeche ki taraf chalne laga.

Jaise koi conveyor belt ho. Maa jitna tez bhaagne ki koshish karti, hum utna hi peeche ja rahe the. Saand paas aa raha tha. Aur paas. Aur paas.

Uska size aur badh gaya. Uski aankhen aur zyada laal ho gayi. Uske seeng bilkul mere chehre ke paas aa rahe the.

Main zor-zor se cheekhne laga.

Aur tab meri aankh khuli.

Main poori tarah se kaanp raha tha. Bukhaar aa gaya tha. Mera sharir hil raha tha jaise sardi mein. Ghar wale uth gaye. Sab pooch rahe the kya hua, par main bol hi nahi paa raha tha. Sirf ro raha tha.

Agale kuch din main bahut beemar raha.

Lekin jo sabse ajeeb baat thi…
woh yeh ki mujhe aisa lag raha tha jaise kuch mere aas-paas ghoom raha ho. Jaise woh saand, woh road, woh maa—sab meri body ke bilkul paas aa rahe ho. Jaise 3-D tasveerein mere upar jhuki hui ho.

Sochiye…
main sirf 1.5 ya 2 saal ka tha.

Kuch din baad mere pita mujhe ek pandit ke paas le gaye. Unhone meri kundli dekhi aur bola—
“Mool Nakshatra Yog hai.”

Pandit ne kaha, Hindu vishwas ke mutabik, agar bachcha Mool Nakshatra mein paida ho, toh ya toh maa-baap mein se koi, ya bachche ko kuch ho jaata hai.

Main bada hota gaya. Zindagi aage badhti rahi. Par woh raat… kabhi mere saath chhod kar nahi gayi.

Aaj, itne saalon baad, main ek hi baat mehsoos karta hoon—

meri maa mujhe bachane aayi thi.

Woh saand… shayad maut thi.
Woh road… shayad kismet.

Aur meri maa…
shayad us raat apni jaan dekar meri zindagi maang rahi thi.

Isliye main maanta hoon—
woh sapna nahi tha.

Woh ek sandesh tha.
Ek maa ka apne bachche ke liye diya hua balidaan.

Aur aaj bhi…
jab kabhi andheri road par chalta hoon,
mujhe lagta hai koi haath ab bhi mera haath pakde hue hai.

30/01/2026

Story #152 — Mehmaan Kamra Ke Peeche

Yeh ghatna us waqt ki hai jab main graduation complete karke Pune mein apni maternal cousins ke saath reh rahi thi. Teen chhoti cousin sisters thi meri, aur ghar hamesha hansi-mazaak se bhara rehta tha. Us waqt zindagi relatively free lagti thi—na exams ka pressure, na job ka. Shayad isi wajah se humne us raat ko seriously nahi liya… jo baad mein zindagi bhar ke liye dimaag par ek nishaan chhod gayi.

Ek shaam hum sab ne decide kiya ki ek girls night out karte hain. Hamari ek common friend ke ghar—jo literally sirf ek gali chhod kar tha. Plan simple tha: scary movie, junk food, gossip, aur bina tension ke raat guzaarna. Uski mom ne snacks bana diye, hum cold drinks aur chips le aaye. Sab kuch bilkul perfect lag raha tha.

Uska ghar kaafi bada tha. Humein guest room diya gaya—bahut hi spacious. Lekin us room mein ek ajeeb baat thi. Do entrances. Ek main hall se, jahan proper darwaza tha. Doosra… ek khula hua rasta jo seedha ek staircase ki taraf jaata tha, jo ground floor par uske grandparents ke ghar tak jaata tha. Us staircase ke side koi darwaza nahi tha—bas ek andhera sa khula raasta.

Sach kahun toh, jaise hi main us room mein ghusi, mujhe theek feel nahi hua. Jaise hawa bhaari ho. Jaise koi gusse mein ho… aur hum us jagah par unwanted ho. Maine ignore kar diya. Socha overthinking hai.

Movie ke baad hum thodi der baatein karte rahe aur phir sone ka plan bana. Total paanch log—main, meri teen sisters aur woh friend. Humne mattresses paas-paas b***a liye. Main us side so rahi thi jahan woh backside staircase ka khula rasta directly dikh raha tha. Room mein sirf ek chhota bulb jal raha tha—bas itni roshni ki hum ek-dusre ke chehre ki outlines dekh paayein.

Raat ke beech mujhe ek sapna aaya.
Aur yeh koi normal nightmare nahi tha.

Sapne mein main ek bahut bade, khule maidan mein khadi thi. Zameen par ajeeb-ajeeb symbols bane hue the—jaise kisi ne jaan-boojh kar khoon se draw kiye ho. Har jagah haddi-yaan, khoon ke daag, aur kuch aisa jo dekh kar ulti aa jaaye. Peeche se mujhe halki-halki murmur sunai dene lagi—jaise log dheere-dheere baat kar rahe ho.

Main palti.

Paanch figures the.
Kaale hooded kapdon mein, chehre poori tarah chhupe hue. Woh gol ghera bana kar baithe the. Beech mein ek chhota sa bakra, jiske chaaron pair bandhe hue the. Woh chilla bhi nahi raha tha… bas aankhon mein darr tha.

Achaanak unka chanting ruk gaya.
Unmein se ek ne tez dhaar wala chhura nikala… aur ek hi pal mein bakre ka gala kaat diya.

Main hil bhi nahi paayi.
Pair zameen se chipak gaye jaise kisi ne jam diya ho.

Aur phir…
woh paanchon dheere-dheere meri taraf mudne lage.

Unke chehre…
bilkul safed.
Aankhon mein koi pupil nahi—sirf safedi.
Aur unke honton par… gandi, tedhi muskaan, jismein tez daant chamak rahe the.

Woh uth kar meri taraf badhne lage.

Main chillana chahti thi, bhaagna chahti thi—par awaaz hi nahi nikal rahi thi. Kisi tarah saari taqat ikatthi karke main bhaagi. Peeche se unke kadmon ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Main bhaagte-bhaagte Hanuman ji ka naam japne lagi.

Aur tab…
meri aankh khul gayi.

Main paseene mein bheegi hui thi. Saans phooli hui. Haath kaanp rahe the. Ghadi dekhi—3:13 AM.

Maine us khule staircase ki taraf dekha…
aur phir aankh band kar li.

Main puri raat nahi soyi. Bas chupchaap leti rahi, kisi ko uthaye bina.

Subah jab sab uthe, maine apni friend ko sapne ke baare mein bataya.
Uska chehra ekdum safed ho gaya.

Usne dheere se kaha,
“Yehi sapna… mujhe bhi aaya tha.”

Phir usne bataya ki ek raat jab woh washroom ja rahi thi, usne corner of the eye se ek dark hooded figure dekha tha. Palat kar dekha toh koi nahi tha. Usne ignore kar diya.

Hum dono ne ek dusre ki taraf dekha… aur bina bole samajh gaye.

Us ghar ki zameen par kuch hua tha.
Kuch aisa… jo abhi tak wahan tha.

Us din ke baad, us ghar mein dobara kabhi night-out nahi hua.

Aur aaj bhi… jab main kisi khule darwaze ke saamne soti hoon,
mujhe lagta hai…
koi staircase ke andhere mein khada dekh raha hai.

30/01/2026

Story #151 — Darwaza Kholo, Babu

Yeh ghatna meri zindagi ki un yaadon mein se hai jo time ke saath dhundhli nahi hui, balki aur zyada bhari hoti chali gayi. Main us waqt kaafi chhota tha. Yeh mere cousin Babu ki shaadi thi—paternal aunt ke bete ki. Meri life ka pehla bada shaadi function, jahan itne saare rishtedaar ek saath jama hue the. Shaadi Ramnagar naam ke ek gaon mein hone wali thi, Mysore Road ke paas. Dulhan usi gaon ki thi.

Relatives ke rehne ke liye meri bua ne ek bahut purana ghar rent par liya tha. Ghar dekh kar hi dil thoda sa baith gaya tha. Lagbhag 50 saal purana, khaprail ki chhat jahan kai jagah se tooti hui thi. Deewaron mein gehri daraarein, jinmein se mitti ke eent dikh rahe the. Hall bahut bada tha, lekin 6 kamron mein se 4 band pade the—jaise kisi ne jaanboojh kar tala laga kar chhod diya ho. Hall ke kone-kone mein kabootaron ke ghonsle the. Safai ke baad bhi ghar jeeta hua nahi lag raha tha.

Bijli ka connection nahi tha. Raat ke liye lanterns, diya aur candles ka intezam kiya gaya tha.

Hum subah Bangalore se nikle aur lagbhag 60 kilometer ka safar karke gaon pahunche. 35–40 log us ghar mein ruk gaye. Din bhar shaadi ki taiyariyon mein waqt ka pata hi nahi chala. Main apne cousins ke saath ghar ke pichhle hisse mein pedon ke beech khelta raha. Din ke ujale mein woh ghar sirf ek purana, adventurous sa place lag raha tha.

Shaam ko daawat rakhi gayi. Dulhan ke side se 30 ke kareeb log aaye. Itne log, itna shor, itni hansi—mujhe sab kuch magical lag raha tha. Raat 10 baje tak daawat khatam hui. Aur jaise hi shor dheere-dheere kam hone laga… ghar ka asli chehra saamne aane laga.

Main bachpan se andhere se bahut darta tha. Apne ghar mein bhi raat ko akela rehna mushkil hota tha. Yahan toh purana ghar, lantern ki roshni, aur har cheez ki parchaiyaan… mere liye woh din ka fun pal bhar mein darr mein badal gaya. Main chupchaap apni maa ke paas jaakar baith gaya.

Cousins ne mujhe apne saath doosre kamre mein sone ko bulaya. Maine mana kar diya. Unhone mera mazaak udaaya, mujhe “darpoak” kaha aur chale gaye.

Raat gehri ho rahi thi.

Maa mujhe shaant karne ke liye mere baalon mein ungliyaan pher rahi thi. Dheere-dheere unki neend lag gayi. Main jaagta raha. Lantern aur diyon ki roshni deewaron par aisi parchaiyaan bana rahi thi jaise koi chal raha ho… koi jhuk raha ho… koi hawa mein latak raha ho.

Main ro dena chahta tha, bas isliye ki maa uth jaaye. Par unki thakaan dekh kar chup raha.

Phir…
achanak ek bhayanak awaaz aayi.

DHADAAAM!

Poora ghar hil gaya.

Main jhatke se utha. Maa ne mujhe zor se seene se laga liya. Hall mein log uth chuke the. Sabke chehron par ghabrahat thi. Kisi ne kaha shayad koi nashedi hoga. Kisi ne bola shayad gaon ke ladke mazaak kar rahe hain.

Phir se…
DHADAAAM!

Is baar awaaz main darwaze se aa rahi thi. Darwaza andar se band tha.

Ek thandi hawa ghar ke andar bhar gayi.

Phir ek awaaz…
“Darwaza kholo.”

Woh awaaz… normal nahi thi. Jaise gale se nahi, seene ke andar se nikal rahi ho. Bhaari, khurduri, aur gusse se bhari.

Maa ne kaanpate hue mujhe chup rehne ko kaha.

Uncle ne poocha, “Kaun hai?”

Jawab aaya,
“Pehle darwaza kholo.”

Banging tez ho gayi. Aise lag raha tha jaise koi bhaari cheez darwaze par maari ja rahi ho.

Phir woh awaaz chillayi—
“Darwaza kholo… yeh meri jagah hai…”

Logon ke pairon tale zameen khisak gayi.

Phir woh awaaz boli—
“Babu… darwaza khol.”

Us pal ghar mein jaise kisi ne saans lena band kar diya.

Babu…
Babu ka naam liya gaya tha.

Uski maa ka chehra safed pad gaya. Bachche chupke-chupke rone lage. Aur phir woh awaaz… aur bhi dheemi, aur bhi bhayanak—

“Baaaaaabuuuu…”

Mera shareer sunn ho gaya. Aaj bhi woh awaaz yaad aati hai toh seene mein jalan si hoti hai.

Mere dada ji hall mein uthe aur zor se bole,
“Jo bhi ho, yahan se chale jao.”

Jawab mein ek bhayanak hansi ghoonj uthi.

“Babu… darwaza kholega ya main andar aa jaaun?”

Maa aur baaki auratein Qur’an ki aayatein padhne lagi. Dada ji bhi uth kar mantras padhte hue darwaze ki taraf badhe. Unke haath kaanp rahe the, par awaaz mazboot thi.

Darwaze ke paas paani se bhara drum tha. Dada ji ne lota uthaya, kuch padha, phoonk maari aur paani darwaze par chhidak diya.

Darwaze ke us paar se jaanwar jaisi saansen sunai dene lagi. Jaise koi darwaze se chipak kar ghaseet raha ho. Cheekh… gurrana… aur phir dheere-dheere awaaz kam hoti chali gayi.

Aakhri baar bas itna sunai diya—
“Yeh jagah meri hai…”

Aur phir…
sannata.

Dada ji ladkhada gaye. Unhe pakad kar bed par bithaya gaya. Bukhaar sa mehsoos ho raha tha. Unhone sirf itna kaha—
“Subah baat hogi. Ab koi kuch nahi poochega.”

Subah pata chala, ghar saalon se abandoned tha. Kisi ne wahan rehna chhod diya tha. Dada ji ne bataya, agar woh cheez andar aa jaati, toh Babu ko pehle pakadti… aur phir ghar mein kisi ko zinda nahi chhodti.

Shaadi rasmon ko jaldi-jaldi niptaaya gaya. Dopahar se pehle hi sab ghar chhod kar nikal gaye.

Aaj us jagah par modern complexes khade hain. Gaadi se kai baar guzra hoon. Par jab bhi us road par se jaata hoon… mujhe lagta hai—

kuch jagah kabhi poori tarah khali nahi hoti.

30/01/2026

Story #150 — Cemetery Ke Saaye

Yeh ghatna lagbhag 9 saal pehle ki hai, jab main ek construction company mein kaam karta tha. Project site mere hometown se kaafi door thi, isliye company ne humein shared accommodation provide ki thi. Shuru mein hum lagbhag 10 log the. Ek mahine baad aur staff join ho gaya, toh company ne decide kiya ki sabke liye ek naya, bada apartment liya jaaye.

Kaafi dhoondhne ke baad ek naya-naya bana hua apartment mila, site se lagbhag 30 minute door. Area shaant tha, bheed-bhaad se bilkul alag. Hum sab khush the—clean rooms, fresh paint, naye washrooms, proper kitchen. Humein laga hum log lucky hain jo kisi aur ke rehne se pehle hi yahan aa gaye.

Apartment 4 floors ka tha.
Ground floor store ke liye,
2nd aur 3rd floor par 4-4 rooms,
Top floor pantry aur cook/helper ke rehne ke liye.

Total lagbhag 19–20 log the—staff, cook, helper aur ek watchman.

Sab kuch normal chal raha tha… jab tak humne khidki se woh manzar nahi dekha.

Apartment se mushkil se 100 meter door…
shamshan.

Pehli baar jab humne dead bodies ko le jaate dekha, aur raat ko jalti hui chitaon ki aag dikhi, sab thoda uncomfortable hue. Discussion hua, par work pressure zyada tha. Dheere-dheere sabne ignore kar diya.

Par raat ka mahaul…
kabhi normal nahi raha.

Aksar raat ko kutton ka zor-zor se chillana, ajeeb si hawa, jaise poori jagah bhaari ho. Kabhi-kabhi bina wajah neend khul jaati thi.

Ek raat, achanak mere roommate ne aadhi raat ko cheekh maar di.

Main uth gaya—
“क्या हुआ?”

Woh kaanp raha tha. Bola,
“Yaar… kisi ne meri taang kheench li.”

Uska bed mere bilkul paas tha. Maine kaha,
“Pagal ho gaya hai kya? Main toh yahin hoon.”

Usne bataya ki pichhle kuch dinon se use lag raha tha jaise koi raat ko use chhoo raha ho. Pehle usne socha main hoga. Par jab dekha main gehri neend mein tha, toh darr lag gaya.

Maine use samjhaya—bad dream hoga.

Subah breakfast ke time usne sabko bataya. Zyada tar logon ne mana kar diya.
Par tab cook ne dheere se kaha,
“Sir… mujhe bhi kitchen mein kuch theek nahi lagta.”

Usne bataya ki jab woh late night kitchen ka kaam khatam karta, toh kabhi-kabhi bartan apne aap gir jaate, aur subah floor par khana bikhra milta. Usne pehle billi samjha tha… par billi ke nishaan kabhi nahi mile.

10–15 din ke andar mera wahi roommate bahut kamzor ho gaya. Wazan gir gaya, chehra peela, aankhon ke neeche dark circles. Usne chhutti le li aur room mein hi rehne laga.

Ek shaam main kaam se aaya, toh cook ne bataya—
“Sir… aapke friend ko hospital le gaye.”

Mujhe shock laga.
Pata chala woh seedhiyon se gir gaya tha—leg fracture, neck aur face par chot.

Main hospital gaya. Jab usse poocha kaise gira, woh kuch der chup raha… phir dheere-dheere bola.

Us raat woh washroom ja raha tha…
Tab usne ek buddhi aurat dekhi—bahut dheere chalti hui—jo saamne wale room mein ghus gayi.

Usne socha shayad hallucination hai.
Par jab us room mein gaya…
koi nahi tha.

Woh ghabra gaya. Panic mein upar pantry ki taraf bhaaga, jahan cook rehta tha.
Tabhi… seedhiyon par…

Usne mehsoos kiya jaise kisi ne peeche se zor se pakad liya.

Aur agla pal—
woh hawa mein uchhal gaya.

Usne kaha force itna zyada tha jaise kisi ne use pheka ho.
Woh seedhiyon par girta-ghishta neeche aa gaya.

Hospital mein bolte waqt bhi uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi.

Is ghatna ke baad hum sab darr gaye.
Humne management ko application likhi—
“Yeh apartment change kijiye.”

Company ne ek spiritual team bulayi.
Unhone pooja-path ki, kuch mantras padhe, aur kaha:

“Yeh jagah kabhi shuddh nahi hui. Shamshan ke paas hone ki wajah se yahan ki urja theek nahi hai.”

Unhone bola ab situation control mein hai…
Par sach kahun—

us apartment mein rehna kabhi normal nahi laga.

Main khud kuch nahi dekha…
par jo log toot gaye, beemar pade, gir gaye—

un sabko dekh kar ek hi baat samajh aayi:

kuch jagah sirf rehne ke liye nahi hoti.

Aur kuch saaye…
dikhte nahi, par mehsoos zaroor hote hain.

30/01/2026

Story #149 — Swami Ne Bulaya Tha

Yeh ghatna us waqt ki hai jab maine apna 12th standard ka board exam khatam kiya tha. Results abhi aaye nahi the, isliye us daur ko hum “vacation” ke naam se bulate the, jabki asal mein woh intezaar aur anxiety ka time tha. Main apne maternal grandparents ke ghar reh rahi thi. Mere saath meri teen cousin sisters bhi thi, aur hum chaaron milkar ghar ko hamesha hansi-mazaak se bhara rakhti thi. Main dono taraf se eldest grandchild thi, isliye ghar mein meri baaton ko thoda zyada weight diya jaata tha.

Meri nani ek bahut hi pyaari, dayalu aur dharmik mahila thi. Unka sabse bada pyaar tha—khana banana. Jo bhi woh banati, usmein ek alag hi sukoon hota. Unki khaas dish thi puranpoli. Woh jab puranpoli banati, poora ghar uski meethi khushboo se bhar jaata. Yeh sab likhna isliye zaroori hai, kyunki isi se judi hui hai woh raat… aur woh sapna.

Nani Shree Swami Samartha Maharaj ki bahut badi bhakt thi. Unka naam roz subah-shaam unki zubaan par hota tha. Mujhe yaad hai, woh aksar kehti thi—“Swami jab bulaate hain, tab koi taal nahi sakta.”

Ek raat mujhe ek ajeeb sapna aaya. Sapne mein mere nana ne mujhe awaaz di aur kaha ki unke paas wali room se ek pen laa doon. Main uthi aur us room mein gayi. Wahan ka scene hi galat lag raha tha. Mere chhote mama zameen par baithe hue the, bilkul pareshaan, jaise kisi gehri chinta mein doobe ho. Sabse ajeeb baat yeh thi ki puja ghar usi room mein tha, jabki asli zindagi mein woh hall mein hota hai.

Maine mama se poochha, “Aap theek ho?”
Unhone na meri taraf dekha… na koi jawaab diya. Jaise main wahan maujood hi nahi thi.

Sapne ke hisaab se bahar tez dhoop thi—bilkul dopahar jaisa ujala. Maine socha shayad sab theek hai aur main wapas nani-nana ke room ki taraf chal di.

Aur jaise hi maine unke room ka darwaza khola…
sapna badal gaya.

Wahan subah ka andhera tha—dawn time. Ghadi 5 ya 6 baje ke aas-paas ka waqt. Nana wahan nahi the. Bed par meri nani leti hui thi… bilkul seedhi… bilkul sthir. Itni sthir ki unke seene ka upar-neeche hona bhi dikhai nahi de raha tha. Unka chehra andhere mein chhupa hua tha, par sharir ki rekha bilkul clear thi.

Main wahin jam gayi.

Meri himmat nahi ho rahi thi paas jaane ki. Maine kaanpte hue poochha,
“Nani… aap theek ho?”

Aur tab…
maine unki awaaz suni.

Par woh awaaz unke chehre se nahi aa rahi thi. Unke honth hile bhi nahi the. Awaaz bilkul alag thi—saaf, gehri, aur mere kaan ke bilkul paas.

Unhone kaha,
“Ab main buddhi ho gayi hoon. Swami ne mere liye vyavastha kar di hai.”

Us pal mujhe darr nahi laga. Bas ek ajeeb sa emptiness mehsoos hua. Jaise kuch tay ho chuka ho.

Main bina kuch kahe wahan se bahar nikal aayi.

Hall se kitchen ki taraf jaate hue, maine stove ke paas ek aurat ko khade dekha. Jab woh palti… meri saans ruk gayi.

Woh meri nani hi thi.

Par bilkul black and white mein. Jaise purani film ka scene. Unke aas-paas sab kuch rangin tha—deewarein, bartan, roshni—par woh khud rangon se khaali thi. Unke chehre par shaanti thi, halki si muskaan.

Unhone meri taraf dekha aur kaha,
“Swami ne mere liye vyavastha kar di hai. Main yahin rahungi.”

Aur usi pal…
sapna toot gaya.

Main buri tarah ghabra gayi. Poora din chup-chup si rahi. Kuch bol nahi pa rahi thi. Nani ne meri halat notice kar li. Pyaar se poocha… zidd ki… tab jaakar maine sapne ke baare mein bataya.

Meri baat sunte hi nani bilkul shaant ho gayi.

Phir unhone mujhe apna sapna bataya.

Unhone dekha tha ki ek nadi hai. Kai suvasinis use paar karne ki koshish kar rahi hain. Nadi ke beech Swami Samartha ek chhoti si naav mein baithe hue hain. Woh ek-ek karke sabko naav mein bitha rahe hain… par jab nani ki baari aati hai, Swami unhe rok dete hain aur kehte hain,
“Tum abhi nahi. Tum mujhse jaldi milogi.”

Us pal mujhe ajeeb si shanti mehsoos hui… aur saath hi ek andesha bhi.

Aur phir…
sirf teen din baad, Gudi Padwa ke subah, 6:00 AM, meri nani ka dehaant ho gaya. Heart attack. Bilkul usi tarah leti hui… jaise maine sapne mein dekha tha.

Log kehte hain Gudi Padwa par jaana moksha ka sanket hota hai.

Main bas itna jaanti hoon—
Swami ne pehle hi bula liya tha.

Nani, aap jahan bhi ho… shaant rehna.
Aap aaj bhi yaadon mein zinda ho.

30/01/2026

Story #148 — 4 Baje Ka Jog Aur Woh Raat

Main is sachchi ghatna ko likhte waqt bhi thoda sa kaanp raha hoon, kyunki jo hua tha, uski yaad aaj bhi raat ke andhere mein mere dimaag ke kisi kone se nikal aati hai. Yeh ghatna meri aur mere best friend Mukul ki hai, jab hum dono sirf 13 saal ke the.

Summer 2017 tha. School ke exams khatam ho chuke the aur summer vacations shuru hue the. Vacations ka dusra hi din tha jab Mukul ka phone aaya. Usne excited awaaz mein bataya ki woh apne parents ke saath apne grandparents ke gaon, Odisha ja raha hai. Aur phir jo usne kaha, usne meri duniya hi hila di—usne mujhe bhi saath chalne ka invitation de diya. Parents se permission mili aur main khushi se pagal ho gaya. Pehli baar kisi best friend ke saath itna door ja raha tha.

Shaam ke kareeb 4 baje hum Sambalpur se car mein nikle. Safar lamba tha. Raat ke kareeb 10 baje hum gaon pahunche. Jaise hi gaadi ruki, mera excitement dheere-dheere dar mein badalne laga. Char taraf unche, ghane ped, tedhi-medhi daaliyan, jhaadiyaan aur thoda sa door ek bada abandoned area. Raat ka andhera alag hi lag raha tha. Mukul ne shayad mere chehre ka darr padh liya tha. Sone se pehle usne kaha, “Aadat ho jaayegi, kuch din mein sab normal lagega.” Hum 15 din ke liye wahan rukne wale the.

Agli subah 4 baje aankh khuli. Hawa thandi thi, environment shaant. Subah ke time sab achha lag raha tha. Par jaise-jaise din chadha, garmi unbearable ho gayi. Teesre din Mukul ne propose kiya ki hum roz subah 4 baje jogging karenge. Main pehle toh hesitant tha, par uske saath hone ka confidence tha.

Par sach kahun toh, 4 baje subah gaon ka scene bilkul alag hota tha. Andhera, bilkul sannata, aur ped aise lagte the jaise kuch chhupa rahe ho. Fir bhi hum roz jogging karne lage aur 5:30 tak wapas aa jaate.

Ek din jogging ke dauraan meri nazar ek aadhe bane hue, abandoned ghar par padi. Woh ghar us waqt itna bhayanak lag raha tha ki main ruk kar dekh bhi nahi pa raha tha. Mukul ne us ghar se judi ek kahani batayi—itni darravani ki us din ke baad mujhe jogging ka khayal hi pasand nahi aaya. Phir bhi, uske assurance par main chalta raha.

Aur phir aayi woh subah… jo meri zindagi ka sabse bhayanak pal ban gayi.

Main 4:00 a.m. sharp uth gaya. Mukul mere bed ke paas khada tha, mujhe utha raha tha. Hum dono jogging ke liye nikle. Us din Mukul thoda sleepy lag raha tha, isliye main thoda aage chal raha tha. Main peeche mud-mud kar kehta raha, “Jaldi aa.”

Tab achanak… wahi abandoned ghar phir saamne aa gaya.

Main us ghar ko dekhte-dekhte jogging kar raha tha. Maine Mukul ko awaaz di, us kahani ke baare mein kuch poochne ke liye. Koi jawab nahi. Dobara awaaz di—bilkul sannata. Teesri, chauthi baar bhi kuch nahi.

Us pal mere dimaag mein sirf ek thought tha—peeche mat dekhna.

Dil itna tez dhadak raha tha ki lag raha tha seene se bahar aa jaayega. Main bas aage bhaagta raha. Aur tab maine road ke side ek buddhe aadmi ko dekha. Woh ek khat par so raha tha. Uske paas ek aur khat rakhi thi—khaali.

Main uske paas gaya aur poocha, “Kaka, time kya hua hai?”
Usne bina aankh khole bola, “2:34 a.m.”

Mere pairon ke neeche se zameen nikal gayi. Main soch bhi nahi paaya. Bas us khaali khat par let gaya aur aankhen band kar li. Jaise-jaise roshni aayi, main phir utha aur poocha. Is baar usne kaha, “5:00 a.m.”

Main turant Mukul ke ghar bhaaga. Woh ghar par tha… gehri neend mein. Kyunki roz main hi use uthaata tha jogging ke liye.

Mera dimaag sun ho chuka tha.

Maine turant parents ko call kiya. Mukul ko sab bataya. Us din hi main ghar wapas aa gaya. Kuch din baad Mukul bhi laut aaya. Usne bhi apne saath hui kuch cheezein batayi—itni bhayanak ki aaj bhi likhte waqt lag raha hai jaise koi peeche se mujhe dekh raha ho.

Aaj bhi raat ko jab akela hota hoon, mujhe lagta hai…
koi stare kar raha hai.

Aur sabse darravani baat yeh hai—
main aaj bhi nahi jaanta… us din Mukul mere saath tha bhi ya nahi.

30/01/2026

Story #147 — Jheel Ke Paas Woh Chehra

Covid lockdown ke dauraan jab zindagi achanak slow ho gayi, tab parivaar aur purane rishton se dobara judne ka mauka mila. Zoom aur Skype par weekly family calls hone lage—yaadein, purane safar, bachpan ki baatein. Ek aisi hi virtual family meeting mein baat 1992 ki India trip par aa gayi. Jaise hi mere US wale cousin ne casually bola, “yaad hai jheel ke paas tu kitna beemar pad gaya tha?”, mere shareer ke andar jaise kisi ne hawa nikaal di.

Us pal mujhe kuch seconds ke liye kuch yaad nahi aaya. Phir achanak… sab kuch wapas aa gaya. Itna teekha, itna bhayanak, ki main bina kuch bole meeting chhod kar bed par let gayi. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. 28 saal purani woh ghatna, jo main samajh kar bhool chuki thi, wapas meri aankhon ke saamne zinda ho gayi.

1992 mein main 13 saal ki thi. UK se hum India aaye the, aur is baar poora parivaar—US se auntie, Dubai se uncle—sab saath mil rahe the. Ek proper family reunion. Plan bana tha Ahmedabad se Delhi tak ka road trip, Mount Abu, Jaipur, Agra jaate hue. Do bade 15-seater coaches book hue the. Safar shuru hua aur sab kuch perfect chal raha tha.

Jaipur se Agra jaate waqt, shaam ke kareeb, humne ek jagah rukne ka faisla kiya. Suraj dhal raha tha, aas-paas ka landscape ajeeb tarah se sundar lag raha tha—shaant, sunsaan, aur thoda bhaari. Roadside ek chhoti si chai ki dukaan thi. Bade log chai aur khana manage kar rahe the. Main aur mere kuch bade cousins thoda door nikal gaye.

Tea stall se thoda aage ek chhoti si jheel thi, pathron aur boulders se ghiri hui. Itni door ki awaazein bhi wahan tak nahi aa rahi thi. Mere cousins ka plan tha chupke se cigarette peene ka. Mujhe smoke pasand nahi tha, isliye main thoda alag ho gayi aur bas aas-paas ka manzar dekhne lagi.

Shaam ka aakhri ujala jheel ke paani par pad raha tha. Tab meri nazar door ek ajeeb se patthar par padi. Uski shape normal nahi lag rahi thi. Kuch usmein aisa tha jo mujhe apni taraf kheench raha tha. Main dheere-dheere uske paas badhi.

Aur phir… jo maine dekha, usne meri duniya wahin tod di.

Woh patthar nahi tha.

Woh ek aurat ka sir tha.

Sirf sir—gardan tak dikh raha tha—do bade pathron ke beech fasa hua. Uska chehra… main aaj bhi yaad karne se kaanp jaati hoon. Uski laal, tez, chaku jaisi zubaan bahar nikli hui thi, bilkul chhipkali ki tarah. Daant—do tez, nikle hue, vampire jaise. Aankhen bahut badi, poori khuli hui, aur un par traditional Indian makeup tha jo aankhon ke kinaaron se bahar tak khincha hua tha. Uske baal ghane, kaale, aur khule hue the.

Woh mujhe dekh rahi thi.

Seedha meri aankhon mein.

Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si muskaan thi—na poori hasi, na poora gussa. Sirf ek aisi expression jo keh rahi thi, “tum bhaag nahi sakti.”

Mera shareer jam gaya. Pair zameen se chipak gaye. Main cheekh bhi nahi pa rahi thi. Us pal mujhe laga main wahin mar jaungi.

Tab achanak mere US wale cousin ki nazar bhi us par padi. Usne ek second bhi waste nahi kiya. Usne mujhe zor se pakda aur kheench kar bhaagne laga. Jaise hi main hili, meri cheekh phoot padi. Andhera ho chuka tha. Suraj doob gaya tha. Main sirf bhaag rahi thi, bina peeche dekhe, bina saans sambhale.

Kisi tarah parents ke paas pahunchi. Main kaanp rahi thi, ro rahi thi, aur bol bhi nahi pa rahi thi. Jab humne sab bataya, mere dad ne pehle believe nahi kiya. Woh aur mere uncles us jagah jaakar check karna chahte the. Lekin chai stall wale aadmi ne unhe sakht mana kiya. Uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi. Usne kaha, “Abhi nikal jao… andhera hone ke baad wahan nahi rukte.”

Mere dad hase, par meri mum—jo bahut superstitious hain—unne ek second bhi wait nahi kiya. Unhone zidd karke sabko bus mein bithaya. Hum bina ruke Agra ki taraf nikal pade.

Uske baad main teen din tak bhayanak bukhaar mein rahi. Agra pahunchte hi mujhe hospital le jaana pada. Dheere-dheere yaadein dhundhli hoti gayi. Zindagi aage badh gayi. Main badi ho gayi. Maine maan liya tha woh bas ek bachpan ka trauma tha.

Par aaj, itne saalon baad, jab woh yaad wapas aayi… woh darr bhi wapas aa gaya.

Aaj bhi ek sawaal mere saath jeeta hai—
woh kya tha?

Dar Ki Asli Kahaniyan

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