•• और ये वो सच्चाई है जिसे हम जितना भी झुठलाएं, वो बदल नहीं सकती । हम खुद कभी न कभी, कही न कही ये बात अच्छे से जानते भी है । मानते भी है भले कुछ वक्त के लिए । कभी उससे भागते भी है, लेकिन ये डोर से पैर में बंधा हुआ वो फंदा है जो जितना भागो उतना पीछा करता रहता है । तकलीफ देता रहता है । वक्त के साथ उसकी आदत भी हो जाती है, और साथ ही रूह पर उसके निशान भी बन जाते हैं । ••
I dip my fingers in Crimson, and cut my Hand on the shards of My broken heart that Held gossamer dreams Spun of sunshine and The warmest mauves And softest pinks of Emotions that came Close to what I knew as Love, once upon a time. Today they lie decaying, Deepest of mahogany, Shapest of blues, yet in this Indigo ferment, I see passion Simmering red and burgundy, Like the wine that stained my Lips that moment your deceitful Lips had moved over mine.
So, dont expect that this one too is going to be something related to my school. So, to make things clear let me tell you that I live in a colony where every house is of my relative (from far ones to close ones). There is a wide ground at the centre where all the kids play, young folks talk on phone roaming around and old ones feel the breeze while walking.
My drawing room is not attached to my house whose door is half of metal and thoda upar net type h jisse andar kya hai dikh sake. We visit there rarely or you can say never. It's safai is done annually. Only sofa and a charpai full of dust, resides there. There is no light as the connection has been cut off cuz there's no use of it. It's kinda guest room which is down stairs in front of the ground. Are things clear now? Yeah... One thing more to tell, this drawing room was made 56 years ago when my grandparents were alive. I guess this much info is enough!? Now moving forward.
We had a portrait of Rani Laxmi Bai gifted by some of our relative and it was hung on the wall of out drawing room. The old ones of our entire colony including my parents say that the eyes of Rani Laxmi bai used to move left and right every night. Once whole posture of her was changed. This news went trending in the colony and everyone started gossiping about it. My parents decided to remove that portrait so it was removed from the WALL not from the ROOM. It was kept somewhere behind the sofa. This was all about the first strange incident that happened in there.
9-10 years later, my grandma died, I was probably 5-6 y/o. I still remember that her dead body was kept on a charpai in that room and every one was sitting on the ground making lot of hue and cry. After few months, my bade papa who lives in lucknow visited here and his driver was given our drawing room to spend his night. Next morning, when my brother went to him to ask for chai he saw that driver was lying outside the room. When he knocked on his shoulder to wake him up, he instantly opened his eyes keeping one hand on his cheeks, he said I'll not stay here, she slaps so hard. My brother was really confused and was wheezing a bit because of his statement. He brought him a cup of water. After few hours, when he was able to recognize things around him, Bade papa along with all the kids of the colony encircled him. Bade papa asked what happened last night, he just said she came last night and slapped me with full strength and I fell down from the charpai. We didn't know if he was saying the truth. But everytime he comes here he refuses to sleep there and stays outside.
Third strange incident that happened 3 years ago, it was evening and around 7:30 was on the clock. There was half moon hanging in the dull sky. We were in the ground playing oonch neech. Suddenly, something pushed the gate of our drawing room with full strength from inside. The sound was so loud that the blabbering of the kids stopped. There was pin drop silence in the ground having 12-15 kids. Didi(relative) came out vibing in her own, her face turned around to see what we're gazing at being this much silent and she shouted. Our gaze shifted at her. Pointing at our drawing room she said there's someone standing in white dress. We were like accha mazaak hai but deep down we too were scared bhaii! After few hours, again someone slammed the door. All the young boys of our society grabbed courage to see what's in there. And they saw 3 little kittens, one white and two black and white scratching the door. They were like inse dar rahe the huh?