My wolrd is not alive

Volume 1 — Days We Called Normal Chapter 1 — Naya Ladka (Hindi Version) Subah ki khushboo hamesha ek jaisi hoti thi. Chalk ki dhool. Purane pankhe ki hawa. Dhoop ka halka sa garam pan. Haru ne kabhi dhyaan nahi diya tha. Us waqt nahi. Par baad mein… jab woh purani yaadon ko yaad karta tha, toh sabse pehle usse wahi khushboo yaad aati thi. Ek aam din ki khushboo. Classroom ka pankha dheere-dheere ghoom raha tha. Tik… tik… tik… Kuch bachche neend mein the. Koi hasi mazaak kar raha tha. Koi khidki ke bahar dekh raha tha. Haru apna gaal desk par rakh kar aasman dekh raha tha. Wahi aasman. Wahi gali. Wahi Monday. Kuch bhi alag nahi. Bas ek aur normal din. Usse kya pata tha… ki ye “normal din” hi uski zindagi ka sabse zaroori din ban jayega. “Class, shaant ho jao.” Teacher andar aayi. “Ek transfer student aaya hai.” Poore class mein halki si awaaz phail gayi. “Ladka hai?” “Cute hogi kya?” “Kahan se aaya?” Haru ne dhyaan nahi diya. Transfer students aate rehte hain. Jaate rehte hain. Kisi ko yaad nahi rehta. Darwaza dheere se khula. Ek ladka andar aaya. Seedhe kaale baal. Saaf uniform. Chehre par koi expression nahi. Na ghabrahat. Na muskaan. Bas shaanti. Thodi ajeeb si shaanti. Teacher ne board par naam likha: Kuroya Ren “Apna introduction do.” Ladka kuch pal chup raha. “…Ren.” Bas. Sirf naam. Class se halki si hansi nikli. “Bas itna?” Teacher ne sigh kiya. “Window ke paas wali seat par baith jao.” Haru ke bagal wali seat. Ren chupchaap baith gaya. Bag rakha. Haath jod kar desk par rakhe. Seedha saamne dekhne laga. Jaise woh chah raha ho… ki koi usse notice hi na kare. Haru ne side se dekha. “Kitna ajeeb hai…” “Sun,” Haru ne dheere se kaha. Ren ne dekha. “Haan?” “Tum itna chup kyun rehte ho?” “…aadat hai.” “Aadat badlo.” “…koshish karunga.” Phir chup. Haru hansi rok nahi paaya. “Ye ladka alag hi hai…” Lunch time. Sab bahar chale gaye. Ren akela baitha tha. Apna chhota sa dabba khol kar, aaraam se kha raha tha. Bina awaaz ke. Jaise hawa ko bhi disturb nahi karna chahta ho. Haru darwaze par ruk gaya. Usse pata nahi kyun… par us ladke ko dekh kar ajeeb si feeling aayi. Akelepan wali. Jaise khaali kursi dekhte ho. Woh wapas gaya. Apna dabba Ren ke paas rakh diya. “Hat. Main yahin baithunga.” Ren ne hairani se dekha. “Ky… kyun?” “Bas. Mann hai.” Dono chupchaap khane lage. Pankha ghoom raha tha. Dhoop aa rahi thi. Sab normal tha. Itna normal… ki ajeeb lag raha tha. “Game khelte ho?” Haru ne poocha. “…haan.” “Kaunse?” “…puzzle. Strategy.” “Boring taste.” “…shayad.” “Par main game banana chahta hoon.” Haru ruk gaya. “Banana?” Ren ne haan mein sir hilaya. “Games aasaan hote hain… logon se zyada. Unke rules hote hain.” Haru kuch der use dekhta raha. Ye sabse lambi baat thi jo usne boli thi. Aur pata nahi kyun… ye baat thodi bhaari si lag rahi thi. “Toh mere liye ek game bana dena,” Haru hans ke bola. “…mere liye?” “Haan. Main test karunga.” “Ky… kyun?” “Kyuki tumhe kam se kam ek dost toh chahiye.” Halka sa sannata. Hawa khidki se andar aayi. Ren ne bahar dekha. Phir Haru ko. Bahut halka sa… woh muskuraya. “…theek hai.” Wahi pehli muskaan thi. Chhoti si. Par asli. Aur shayad… ussi pal se sab shuru hua. Na koi drama. Na koi bada moment. Bas do ladke. Ek desk. Ek lunch. Ek aam din. Baad mein Haru ko samajh aaya— Zindagi ke sabse bade pal… aksar bilkul aam dikhte hain., ,

✍️ By AK Chiper.