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Mainay Apni Pocket Mein Ek Insaani Dant Paya

Hey friends! Is nayi Series ki kahani mein aap sabka khushaamdeed. Is story ka name hai – “Mainay Apni Pocket Mein Ek Insaani Dant Paya” Ye Horror Story hai. Agar aapko Horror Kahaniya, Moral Stories ya Bedtime Stories padhne ka shauk hai, toh is kahani ko poora zaroor padhein.

Mainay Apni Pocket Mein Ek Insaani Dant Paya | Naye Horror Kahani

Mein AA meeting mein baitha tha jab mein apne pocket mein daanton ka tukda dhund nikla.

Ye do hafton pehle ki baat hai. Main hamesha sheher ke Saturday night meeting attend karta hoon – mere girlfriend ke saath share ki hui apartment se sirf pandrah minute ka fasla hai, lekin zyadatar mein woh mahol pasand karta hoon. Ye kisi hospital ka teesra manzil par hota hai, jise junkies aur sharabiyon ne rehabs ka Hilton naam diya hai, sheher ke andar ke kinaare par ek bada sa panch manzila hospital hai, jiska aas-paas ke hotelon ne kaafi hissa kabza kiya hua hai, aur isko bade se bade park ne sheher ke mukhya vyaparik kshetra se alag kar diya hai. Isko lambi samay tak sharab chhodne wale log sambhalte hain, lekin iske mausam ke karan yahaan par naye log bhi aate hain, aur mujhe yeh pasand hai, kyunki kabhi-kabhi aap kuch bhool jaate hain, samjhe?

Ek budhi lady apni baat karte samay aadhe raste mein aansuon mein doobi hui thi, tab mujhe check karne aaya ke mere paas kitne cigarette bache hain – main tab hi soch raha tha ki apne apartment ke kone par wale gas station par jaakar cigrette lena chahiye, aur mujhe bilkul bhi smoking nahi karni chahiye, mujhe chhod dena chahiye – aur maine apne pocket mein apne pack of Parliaments dekha aur mehsoos kiya. Ek chhota sa gol moti, smooth aur hard, lekin usmein ek ajeeb sa rubbery touch tha. Jaise ek moti jo bahut samay tak pani mein pada raha ho. Maine apne jacket ki pocket se nikala aur use dekha aur mujhe yakeen nahi aaya. Yeh toh kuch bhi tha. Aisa kaise ho sakta hai?

Mujh se shayad chehra bigad gaya tha – aur bilkul theek hai, kitna ganda dikha, isliye Richard, ek banda jis ke saath main usually meeting mein baithta hoon, ne mujh se puchha ke kya sab theek hai.

Maine apne pocket mein daanton ka tukda lekar muskuraya aur dhire se kaha, Haan, sab theek hai, aur usne sar hilaya aur wapas aage ki aur dekhta hua lady ki taraf mud gaya. Woh apni baat ko khatam kar rahi thi, ke kaise ab sab kuch alag hai – uske bachche uske zindagi mein laut aaye, uska job use chhodne ki baat nahi ki. Phir, Woh saari khushi-khushi ki baatein kar rahi thi. Woh muskurati hui baat kar rahi thi, ek badi muskurahat, honthon par faile huye. Main uski kahani pehle bhi sun chuka tha – sab tak pohochne ke baad, woh ek sharabi thi, aur yahaan wahaan. Ab woh ek achhi sweater mein aur skinny jeans mein thi, achhi shoes mein thi. Lekin uske daant use dikhate the.

Woh peelay aur kaale the, aur beech mein jagah thi. Woh sharabi ke daant the.

Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Purani Budhiya Ki Paagalpanti

Mainay Apni Pocket Mein Ek Insaani Dant Paya | Naye Horror Kahani

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Adhe ghante baad maine Richard ke saath coffee peene se inkar kar diya aur seedha apne car ki taraf bhaaga. Mere sharab peene ke dinon ki yadgar – ek purani Ford truck, jismein tape se bandha hua rearview mirror tha aur ek tuti hui right-side window lever tha, ispar sharab peeke idhar-udhar chalne se aayi chhure-chhaure aur khurdure nishane the. Main isse chhod nahi sakta tha. Mujhe nahi pata kyun.

Maine cabin mein cigarette jalayi aur phir se daanton ka tukda nikala aur use dekha aur socha ke maine Richard se kyun nahi kuch kaha, kyun main apni girlfriend se chhupa raha tha. Yeh toh ek ajeeb ghatna thi, zaroor baat-cheet ke laayak kam se kam. Hey, Jim, tumhare haath mein kya hai? Oh, yeh, Richard? Mere pocket mein mila ek daanton ka tukda hai. Iska kya scene hai? Hansi, baat khatam. Shayad woh mujhe yeh samajhne mein madad kar sakta ke yeh kaise wahaan pahuncha.

Aur waise bhi yeh koi khaas dilchasp daant nahi tha. Yeh white tha, lekin thoda sa peela bhi tha, jaise uske daanton ki sehat achhi thi lekin shayad usne kabhi whitening treatment ya bleaching nahi karwaya tha. Main nahi bata sakta ke yeh kaunsa daant tha, munh mein kahaan se aaya tha, kyunki main kisi dentist nahi hoon. Aur mujhe aise koi dentist bhi nahi pata, aise hi. Lekin meri girlfriend nursing student thi, shayad woh jaan sakti hai.

Main hamesha ajeeb o garib cheezen pasand karta tha, jo samjha nahi ja sakta. Jab main sharab pee raha hota tha – aur is rutine mein har saal guzarne ke bawajood, jab main bottles aur glasson ke neeche dekhte dekhte guzarta tha – to raat ko main aksar kisi novel ki taraf mutawajjah ho jata tha, lekin jab main bilkul sharabi ho jata tha, to yeh hamesha wahi cheez par khatam ho jata thi: detective kahaniyan, hal nahi hui baton ki. Ripley’s Believe it or Not.

Maine socha ke ghar pohnch kar apni girlfriend se puch loon ga ke kya uske school mein koi aisa dost hai jo mere dant ki problem mein madad kar sakta hai (uska parhai karne aur meri ek dastiyab industry mein naukri karne ke bawajood, hamare pass dantoon ki ilaj ki kharch aur insurance ki kammi thi). Jab main dost ke pass pohnchu ga, agar koi dost ho to, to main wahan se kuch soch loon ga.

To main ghar ki taraf chala gaya, lekin mujhe ek aisi ulat pult sunai di, jise maine ummid nahi ki thi, jo kuch waqt ke liye mere danton ko puri tarah bhoolne par majboor kar diya.

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Woh gayab thi. Apartment khali thi – sirf billi, Apollo, thi jo darwaze par aah kar chilla raha tha, uska poora jism hil raha tha, uski badi hari aankhein kisi tarah se barabar thi aur bayan nahi karti thi, jaisay hamesha hoti thi.

Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Purani Budhiya Ki Paagalpanti

Mainay Apni Pocket Mein Ek Insaani Dant Paya | Naye Horror Kahani

Maine kuch dafa Kelly ka naam bulaya aur kamre se kamre tak chala gaya lekin hamara apartment chhota tha – do bedrooms aur ek kitchenette wala living room, jo kaafi purani thi – aur woh kahin bhi nahi thi. Koi note fridge par, kitchen table par, ya bed par nahi tha, kuch bhi nahi. Yeh uski adat nahi thi. Hamara rishta aksar itna gehra tha, ham dono ek dosray se juday rehtay thay – ham do saal se sath thay aur ham dono ko pasand tha, chaahe log co-dependency ke baare mein kuch bhi keh rahe hon. Jo bhi kam mujhe bina uske ke kiya jana tha – jaise meri meetings – main hamesha usko message karta tha jab main wahan pohnch jata tha, jab main ghar pohnch jata tha, aur aksar dono waqt jawab aata tha.

Maine apna phone dekha aur usne mujhe uski meeting se nikal kar das minute baad message kiya tha. Usme sirf yeh likha tha, Jaldi milte hain, tumse pyaar hai. Uski Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat par kuch nahi tha. Maine usko ek dafa call kiya aur uski voicemail foran mil gayi.

Uski car waise hi bahar thi, jahan woh aam taur par park karti thi.

Uski saari kapde almari mein thi, uski Switch aur phone bed ke pas charge par thay. Uska phone band tha – yehi wajah thi ke mera call uske voicemail par gaya tha – aur jab maine usko on kiya to uska lock screen aaya jo mujhe password nahi maloom tha.

Kuch bhi gum ya bechaini ki koi alamat nahi thi.

Main bahar cigarette peene gaya, apni bechaini ko door karne ke liye. Hamara balcony woh sadak par khulta tha jahan ham rehtay thay – residential sadak ek train line ke sath chalti thi. Train hamare apartment ko hila nahi sakti thi lekin awaz to banati thi. Track us raat sunsaan tha. Main sirf halki hawa mein rust kar rahe darakhtoon ki awaz sun saka.

Sadak par ek shakhs tha. Ya ek aurat. Aik shakhs, socho to sahi. Usne aik hoodie pehni hui thi, jiska hood uske chehre ko chhupata tha. Woh sidewalk par khara tha. Woh mujhe dekh raha tha.

Meri baal khare ho gayi aur maine dobara socha ek lambe arse pehle jab main sharab pee raha tha, ek dafa aik bar mein tha aur bar mein aik shakhs tha, chup chap, mere samne khara tha jab main pi ke liye intezar kar raha tha aur woh apne beer ke liye sikke gin raha tha aur maine usse kuch bekar mein kaha, ke jaldi karo, aur usne mud kar mujhe dekha aur woh kuch nahi bola lekin uska chehra itna, itna sard tha. Is akela shakhs ne sadak par mujhe wahi ehsas diya jo bar mein wala shakhs tha – ke main kisi ke nishane par tha.

Bewaqoof, pata hai. Behad behuda. Nashe ki poori zindagi ki bakaya hui wahmiyat. Main ne aankhen jhapki aur apni taraf haath rakha, dhuaan mere aankhon ke aas-paas phail raha tha, aur jab maine apna haath hataaya aur phir dekha, to yeh shakhs wahan tha. Main bas dekhta raha aur dheere se woh muda aur chala gaya – nahin, sair kar ke – meri nigaahon ke samne, upar ke raaste par kahin.

Thodi der baad maine police ko bulaya.

Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Purani Budhiya Ki Paagalpanti

Mainay Apni Pocket Mein Ek Insaani Dant Paya | Naye Horror Kahani

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Police ne zyada kuch nahi kiya. Kabhi karte hain kya? Shuru mein toh main ne unhe bulane ke liye khud par bewaqoofi mehsoos kiya – usne sirf bees ghante pehle chhod diya tha – aur unhone mujhse kaha Kelly ke maa-baap ko aur uski ek dost ko aur kuch mere doston ko bulane ke liye mujhe phone karne ke liye keh diya. Kisi ko kuch pata nahin tha. Kelly ki maa toh ghabra gayi – samajhne waali baat hai, uski beti aur meri zindagi ke pyaar ke kuch saal se mental health problems thi – aur jab main agle subah phir se police ko bulaya aur uska koi pata nahin mila, toh unhone isse serious liya.

Unhone uske kaam se check kiya. Unhone flight lists aur bus lists check ki. Aur, Unhone uske credit card ki jaanch ki, lekin woh uske purse ke saath, ghar par thi. Unhone hamare flat ko oopar se neeche tak chaan maara. Unhone uske phone ko mere ijazat ke saath check kiya. Kuch ajeeb nahi tha, bas yeh ki lagta hai woh shaadi ke angoothiyan dekh rahi thi – mujhe toh yeh khabar hi nahi thi, main toh is khabar ko khushi khushi sunta.

Main usse sachmuch pyaar karta tha. Karta hoon. Sachmuch, maine kiya tha, main karta hoon.

Ek hafte mein ek andhera sa ho gaya. Main kaam par jaata raha (main motors ko theek karta hoon) aur koshish karta raha isse apne dimaag se nikalne ki. Flaat andhera aur suna sa lagta tha. Main har din meetings mein jaata tha.

Maine police ko us shakhs ke baare mein nahi bataya jo maine sadak par dekha tha. Main unhe kabhi daant nahi khilata tha – maine dono cheezein bhool gayi thi sab paresaaniyon mein.

Jab aap kisi ko intezaar karte hain jo shayad kabhi wapas na aaye, toh aap kya karte hain? Jo bina kisi nishaan, bina kisi shabd ke chali gayi? Shuru mein toh main khud par gussa tha, sochta tha maine usse door kar diya tha. Main apne aap ko dand dene wala hoon, sharabi ho ya sober. Phir mujhe dar lagne laga – kya agar woh chot gayi thi? Kya agar usse koi utha le gaya tha?

Main cigarette ki ek ki ek pi gaya aur deewaron aur laptop screen ko ghurta raha. Main baron aur sharab ki dukaano se door rehta tha – agar woh wapas aayi toh main chahta tha ki woh ek sharabi ke paas na jaaye, chahe main kitna hi kamzor emotionally mehsoos kar raha tha, apni sanity ka behuda rup dekh raha tha.

Uske ghayab hone ki doosri hafte ke pehle din, maine daanton se bhara ek lifafa daak khushboo se paaya.

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Maine har ek din mail ko beinteha tawajjo se check kiya tha, uski gayab hone ke baad, shayad woh mujhe ek chit bhej de ya koi aur bhej de.

Lifafa simple tha, safed, post office se milne wale kisi bhi lifafe ki tarah. Is par koi stamps ya likhaai nahi thi. Main ne use uthate hi us mein keechadon ko mehsoos kiya, stark paper par un ke chhote dhabbe dikh sakte the. Main ne use oopar ki taraf le ja kar khol diya, aur unhe sasta Formica par girte hue dekha.

Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Purani Budhiya Ki Paagalpanti

Mainay Apni Pocket Mein Ek Insaani Dant Paya | Naye Horror Kahani

Che danton ke. Jaise mere jeb mein wala tha. Chhote, ekdam akele dikhte hain. Main unhe dekhta raha, phir bathroom mein gaya aur neeche baith gaya aur ulta kar diya – sharab ke nashe mein aise hi kiya karta tha. Main ne tab tak kiya jab tak mera pait khali na ho gaya.

Sharab ke dinon se behtar tha – khoon nahi aaya. Maine use flush kar diya aur phone call karne chala gaya.

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Main nahi jaanta main police ke paas kyun nahi gaya. Sachmuch nahi jaanta. Shayad main un par bharosa nahi karta tha us tarah se jaise unhone uski gayab hone ko handle kiya aur aab tak jo kuch effort kiya tha, woh practically zero tha. Shayad main darta tha ki woh mujhe doshi sabit karenge, ya mujhe paagal samjhenge.

Daant jorna zaroori tha. Haan, zaroori tha. Wohi raat jab maine apni jeb mein aik daant paya, to woh gayab ho gayi. Aik hafta baad, mujhe aik patthar ke daant ki taraf se ek lifafa mila. Aik aur aik barabar do. Main itna to janta tha.

Police ko bulane ke bajaye, maine Kelly ke aik dost ko phone kiya, jo phir kisi aur ko phone kiya, aur phir kisi aur ko, jab tak main us dentist student se rabta karne mein pohncha jo usse waqif tha. Woh acha larka tha, maine usse kisi party mein mila tha jahan wo mujhe lekar gayi thi jab main abhi sharab peeta tha. Shukar hai, usne mujhe woh halat mein nahi dekha tha.

Maine usse university mein mila, kisi lab room mein jahan bara lamba table tha, microscope aur aisi cheezen thi jo kisi behtareen zamane ke azaab dene wale ke liye istemal hoti thi. Usne daanton ko aik safed sheet par phailaya aur unko dekha.

Tum kehte ho ke tumne inhe apni haweli ke samne paya?

Han, maine kaha, aur samajh gaya ke mujh se pasina chhut raha hai. Main apne peshani ko saaf kiya, dua karta ke hum yeh kaam Charlie’s ya Thorned Bush ya Nightcall ya kisi bhi bar mein kar rahe hote, jo main apna doosra ghar kehta tha. Ya phir kam az kam is imarat mein cigratte peene ki ijaazat hoti. Haweli ke samne. Main sirf yeh jan’na chahta tha ke yeh kis cheez ke hain, agar yeh insani hain ya kuch aur. Samajh rahay ho?

Han, samajh raha hoon, maine socha kya usko Kelly ke bare mein pata hai aur phir woh soch ko dismiss kar diya. Police ne is ko chhupaye rakha tha, yeh khabron mein nahi tha, aur agar usko is ajeeb darkhwast ke sath isi se taalluq tha to woh mujh se is bare mein puch leta. Phir bhi, mujhe is se kyun farq parta hai? Mujhe itna ajeeb aur shak kiun ho raha hai?

Waisay, usne kaha, Yeh to bilkul insani daant hain.

Khuda ki kasam.

Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Purani Budhiya Ki Paagalpanti

Mainay Apni Pocket Mein Ek Insaani Dant Paya | Naye Horror Kahani

Fikar mat karo – ajeeb hai, lekin inhein nuksan nahi hua hai ya kuch, jaise ke yeh kisi zakhmi hone ke natije mein kisi ke moun se nikle hon. Is par koi ragar nahi hai. Magar koi pulp ya kuch bhi nahi hai. Aisa lagta hai ke yeh aik labor mein ugaye gaye hain ya kuch, woh kaafi saaf hain, thora sa peela hua hai, lekin agar woh bahir rehte to yeh to natural hai. Main keh sakta hoon ke yeh naturally kisi moun se nikle hain. Shayad kisi bachay ke daant hain, tum jante ho ke kuch walidain apne bachon ke daanton ko tooth fairy ke business ke baad bhi sambhalte hain.

Kya?

Maine kya kaha?

Maine usse dekha. Kuch cheez meri andar uth rahi thi aur maine usay nigal liya. Tum kehte ho ke yeh bachon ke daant hain?

Usne sar hilaya. Oh, han, usne kaha. Bila shubah. Baby daant.

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Uske baad woh mujhe mazeed kuch nahi keh sakta tha. Maine uska shukriya ada kiya aur apne daanton ko saath liya aur parking lot mein apni car ke baghair, jitni parda-e-waqt ho saki, ulti ki. Jab main ne upar dekha – car ke bonnet ke ooper, university ke sath lage huay masroof motorway ke sath, maine woh shakhs phir dekha. Kale loose pants, aik hoodie, hood ooper ki taraf. Woh khade the jese girte hue sooraj ke samne, unka chehra andar tha. Aur, Woh wahan thay. Woh mujhe dekh rahe thay.

Meri sar mein shor phail gaya. Jaise aik karor janwar ek saath cheekh rahe hon – billiyan, kutte, parinde, aik juloos – maine apne hathon ko apni sar ki taraf daba liya aur khud hi cheekha, apni aankhein band ki, dil tez dhadak raha tha. Bhagte hue kadam ki awaz sunayi dene lagi aur maine apni aankhein band kar li, mazeed tez band kar li, aur sochta raha – agar main use aate waqt nahi dekhoon, shayad mujhe itni takleef na ho. Awaz taiz hoti gayi aur phir—

Sab ruk gaya. Main ne aankhein kholin. Kuch nahi tha, koi nahi tha, siwae kuch talibeen ke car ke paas khare hue students ke. Main apni car mein baith gaya, dobara unhein dekh bina, shuruat ki taraf chala gaya. Meri knuckles bone white ho gayi thi, steering wheel ke saath mazbooti se jakra hua tha.

Us raat main ek mulaqat gai. Sab wohi chehre the – koi anjaane, koi dhankne wale shakhs mere dimagh mein shor machane wale. Mein samjhne ki koshish kiya ke mere saath kya hua tha, lekin kaise kar sakta tha? Mujhe aisa bhi lag raha tha ke shayad mein kisi neevous breakdown mein mubtala ho sakta tha. Mein ne bilkul is tarah ka rawaiya dikha chuka tha jab mein sharab peeta tha – wahm, shak, udaas. Lekin kabhi bhi tasawwurein nahi dekhi, chahe jo bhi ho, mera kalaam aur bardasht ke jangalon mein. Mein ne beghairatein tasawwur kiye the, lekin sirf wo alfaz jo haqiqatan mein kaha gaye aur mere bemari se murnay ke baad inko phir se ulat kar.

Jab main us raat ghar aaya to maine socha ke subah ek mansobgi psychologist ko bulana hai. Mein ne apne boss ko text kiya, usko bataya ke main agle din nahi aaunga. Usko vaghayara ehsas tha ke mere sath kuch ho raha hai aur usne ispe dabao nahi dala, jiska mein hamesha shukar guzar raha. Phir mein ne nahaya aur aik cigarette pi aur apne aap ko samjhaya – sharaab se door raho, hosh mein raho, is bakwaas par dhiyan mat do. Tumhara dimagh tumhe takleef dena ki koshish kar raha hai. Doctor se milo, dekho woh kya kehte hain, uske baad aage ka faisla karo.

Asaan.

Phir maine use bathroom ki darwaze mein dekha.

Kelly.

Woh waise hi lag rahi thi, lekin alag. Woh waise hi khari thi, lekin kuch ajeeb si thi. Funhouse mirror ki tarah nahi. Cardboard cutout ki tarah. Woh beghairat aur muskurati thi aur ajeeb si sakoon se khari thi. Uske haath aage jhule hue the aur woh asar o pasar se bharpoor thi, bathroom ki roshni aur living room ki andherai se lipti hui.

Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Purani Budhiya Ki Paagalpanti

Mainay Apni Pocket Mein Ek Insaani Dant Paya | Naye Horror Kahani

Woh muskurati thi lekin uski aankhen nahi. Woh kapre pehni hui thi lekin woh mannequin par latki hui thi. Uski jild zaitoon ki tarah thi, siyah – asal mein woh itni zardi thi.

Maine apni cigarette ko tab mein giradiya aur woh fizz karke tub se dur ho gayi. Mein bekhud ho kar us taraf dekhta raha, munh khula reh gaya. Kisi zehan mein se maine awaz aane lagi, ek naram o qeel awaz, aur maine paani mein chhalka, is cheez se jo mere aurat ki jild mein murne wali thi, door ho gaya.

Woh apna moun kholi. Jaise animatronic, dheere dheere, jaise ke hingon se chalaya ja raha ho.

Danton ki barsaat hui aur bathroom ki tiles par takra gai.

Bachon ke dant.

Maine cheekha aur cheekha aur mein ne apni zindagi mein aise khauf nahi mehsoos kiya tha. Yeh aik aisi chiz thi jaise low voltage se jhatka lag raha ho, aur phir se chalo rehna, aur phir sari cheezein meri andar jakad gai aur phir jam gayi aur sab kuch jo kar sakta tha woh sirf cheekhna tha.

Jab meri aankhen phir se khuli to woh gayi thi, aur danton bhi gaye the.

Main ne tub se chhalka aur apne kamre – hamare kamre – mein gaya aur apne liye kuch pehna aur stairs par baith gaya. Kuch bhi karke wahan se nikal jane ke liye.

Main ne wahan bohat lambi der tak baitha, sans lete hue, ulti na karne ki koshish karte hue, apne hatho ko hilana band karne aur apne dimagh ko saaf karne ke liye. Jab mujhe akhir kar himmat mili wapas andar jaane ki, us bathroom mein woh paani khushk tha aur darwaze par ek khuda ki taraf se kala, jahan woh cheez thi jo Kelly ki tarah lagti thi.

Yeh black tha, jaise ke yeh lakdi mein se jal gaya ho, lekin choone par smooth tha. Aik sadharan tarah ki tarazoo ki tasveer, jaise aik nishaan, aur neeche aik lafz ya alfazon ka silsila tha:

T E C H M I C T I X N E Q U I

Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Purani Budhiya Ki Paagalpanti

Mainay Apni Pocket Mein Ek Insaani Dant Paya | Naye Horror Kahani

Dono bilkul saaf the, jaise darwaza hamesha aisa hi tha, aur maine apni zindagi mein in dono ko kabhi bhi nahi dekha tha. Hawa mein kuch bhi lehrata tha – kuch aisa jo main apne ungli par nahi laga sakta, kuch qisam ka car ki boo ya outdoor ki boo, tez lekin puri tarah se na-pasandidah.

Maine apne ungliyon ko apne bathroom ki darwaze par mojood nishan aur huruf par phir se phira, phir unhein apne phone se ek tasveer li – partially record ke liye, partially check karne ke liye kyunke iss waqt mujhe yaqeen hogaya tha ke main waqai apna dimagh kho raha hoon, na? Ke main paagal ho raha hoon. Shayed meri aqal ka dana finally das saal ki hardcore sharab aur drugs ki wajah se pighal gaya hai, aur ye sab khatam hai. Mere ilm ke mutabiq, shayed maine Kelly ko maar dia ho, shayed woh mere truck mein bethi hui thi, dheere dheere ye sab waqt guzar rahi thi jab main shehar mein ghoom raha tha, khud ko uss ke qatal se zehni tor par door rakhne ke liye.

Lekin ye sab asal lag raha tha. Ye asal aur sahi lag raha tha, aur meri dar asal aur sahi lag rahi thi. Meri darwaze par jali hui nakshe ki chhap asal lag rahi thi.

Is tarah toh aur bhi darawna tha

Ye chiz thori der se chal rahi hai, shayad. Magar main chahta hoon ke tum samajho. Iski koi record honi chahiye kyunki agar main khudkushi karloon ya mar jaoon ya Khuda jane, toh kisi ko pata hona chahiye ke maine kuch nahi kiya, ke mere saath ye sab hua hai. Tum samajh sakte ho na ke main ne police ke paas nahi gaya – woh mujhe pagalkhane mein daal denge, mujhe kisi deewane sharaabi ke taur par likh denge. Ya phir bura haal, woh mujhe uski gayab hone ke liye dosh denge. Ek saathi jiske kuch sharaabi hone ki giraftariyan hain, kuch DUI (driving under the influence) cases hain, ek sharab peenay ki adat hai – ek bilkul theek ghaib hone ke shakhs, hai na?

Maine psychiatrist ke appointment ko cancel kar diya hai. Aaj, is dopahar, main ek dost ke paas ja raha hoon, ek teacher ke paas. Main ek update likhoonga jab main wahan pohanchunga. Uska talim history mein hai aur shayad woh jaan sake ke woh symbol kis bare mein hai.

Ya phir ‘Nahuatl’ kya hai, yaar. Dekho, maine un alfaz ko Google kiya tha. Woh lafz.

T E C H M I C T I Z N E Q U I Techmictiznequi Ye kuch aisi bhasha hai, Nahuatl. Purani Mexican, Aztec, kuch aisa hi kuch hai. Mujhe iska koi matlab nahi samajh aa raha.

Google ke mutabik, iska matlab hai, WO HAMAIN TABAH KAREGA.

Khatam!!

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