Ehsas-e-Bachpan ( short story )

zindagi aik aesa ustad he jo pehle imtehan leta he aur phr sabaq sikhata he aur imtehan se sabaq ka fasla tayy krte krte insan apni masumiat aur bachpan kahi peeche chor ata he ,aur bazahir masoom dikhne wala bacha andar hi andar apne bachpan ko kho deta he
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government college braye khawateen se chnd qadmo k fasle pr hi waqia aik private hostel,jo shayd kbi ghr tha aur ab bs aik makan he , do kamron ka ye khandar numa makan  jis me sirf aik ghusal khana aur store numa kitchen mojood he ,jb k makeeno ki tadaad kuch ziada nhi sirf 12 he ,hostel ki khubsurti ka qissa b sunte chalye ,jis k dahli darwaze k sath hi do masnooee sheron k mujasme he jin k pheeki pari hui kali un ki azmat-e-rafta ki gawahi deti he,dahli darwaze k sath hi chand gazz ka kacha  dalan he jis me neem k boseeda darakht k sath aik lakri ki phatti wali peeng latak rhi he jo khuda jane kb dali gai thi aur ab bs kbi kbi fazlu ka dil behlati he ,aur is se agey wo wasee-o-areez hostel he jo do kamron pr mushtamil he  jis ki dewaron pr paint k utar kr girne k bayes ja-bja khubsurat naqsh-o-nigar dekhe ja sakte he, waqt k guzrne ne paint ko is khubsurti se giraya he jese kisi mahir musawir ne apni maharat ka karishma dikhaya ho ,ghusal khane ka zang alood  nal har guzrte second k sath pani ka aik qatra gira kr apne zinda hone ki nishani deta rehta he ,aur jga itni hi he k wahan khre ho kr nhaya ja sake , kitchen me lohe ka aik chulha he jis pr aik waqt me aik hi chez pakai ja skti he ,in sb asaeshon k bawajood hostel wardon itni mehrban he k chand hazar rupon se ziada kraya nahi leti aur is rehamdilli ki shukar-guzari jitni ki jae utni hi kam.
            hostel ki malik aik udhair umar khatoon he jis ko shayd shughal-e-zindagi me kuch khas dilchaspi ni isi lye sara saal isi khandar me guzar deti he ,aik hi beta tha wo b shadi k bad bivi bacho smait dubai muntaqil ho gya ,pehle pehl jld milne ata tha magr zindagi ki bheer me yun ghum hua he k ab to maheeno bad aik phone ata he jo chand hi seconds bad band ho jata he . hostel ke makeeno me 7 lrkian jo k talibat he ,aik beva jo kpron ki mill me chand hazar rupon k ewaz  nokri krti he ,2 burhi aurten jin k bache unhe yahan chor gae aur ab har maheena kharcha bhej dete he , hostel me mojud tamam lrkion k bar-akas aik jins-e-mukhalif b rehta he aur wo he 8 sala fazlu jis k maan baap aik pasmanda gaon me rehte he, jinhon ne gurbat se chutkara paane k lye fazlu ko hostel ki nokri pr lga dia he.
            yahan aney se pehle fazlu apni zindagi se khush tha, us k pas  rang rangeele khilone lene k pese to nhi they na hi wo lazeez khane khata tha magr is sb k bawjood b wo khush tha ,roz phatta hua basta school le kr chala jata aur chutti hone pr ghr jane ki bjae apne hum-umer lrkon k sath unche teeley ki traf bhag jata whan sb bche kanche aur gili-danda khelte ,jb khel khel kr pait me chuhe nachne lgte to apne mitti se atte balon aur phatta hua basta utha kr hansta hua ghr ki trf chlne lgta ,raste me chachey basheerey k baagh se aik do aam b chura leta aur aksar to pakra b jata magar chacha basheera is ki masoomana gltion ko maaf kr deta aur isey chor deta aur fazlu phir hanste hue ghr bhag jata ,ghr pohnch kr khud b aam khata aur apni choti behn ko b khilata aur sham ko jb maan choudry saab k ghr se kaam kr k wapis ati to gusse aur preshani se kehti ''wey fazlu , aey ki keeta wey,mein sara din choudrian de paandey maanjdi aan k twanu prha likha k wdda admi bnawan pr tenu koi prwa e ni ,wekh ki hal bnaya ae apna ,uth munh hath dho tey kpre badal '' aur fazlu aur uski choti behn dono maan ki baton pr qehqahe lgane lgte ,fazlu apni is hasta haali me bhi khush tha k aik din us ko school churwa kr shehr nokri k lye bijwa dia gya , fazlu ko is hostel me kam krte aik saal ho gya he ,wo yhan brtan b dhota he aur kamron ki sfai b krta he ab wo pehle ki trah shararti nhi rha q k us k sath mil kr shararte krne wale us k dost yahan mojud nhi he ,wo hr kaam waqt pr krta he aur bazar se sodey b lata he magar yhan us ki maan nhi jo usey pyar se sath lgae ,baal gnde krne pr use pr gussa kre ,frmaesh pr shakar wali choori bna k lhilae ,yhan bs aik boseeda gadda he jisey raat me wo kitchen me bicha leta he aur roz dil hi dil me ye dua krta he k kash wo jald az jald itney pese jma kr le k wapis apne gaon ja ske jhan phr se wo apne doston se khel ske,maan k hath ki roti kha ske aur apne behn k sath mil kr chaha basheere k baagh se chori kye gae aam kha sake , yehi sb sochte sochte  us ki aankh lg jati he aur  bachpan hasil krne ki ye khwahish bs ik ehsas bn kr reh jati he .