Istanbul
Chapter 1:"Istanbul : city of dreams?"
"Istanbul sapna hi reh jayega sayad."
Sanju ne kitaab ke panne pe ungli pheri .
Isantanbul: city of dreams -- cover pe bosphorus Bridge ki tasveer chamak rhi thi. Dimaag kahin aur tha.
Kamra bhara hua tha turkey ke posters se . blue mosque, Cappadocia ke balloons , grand bajaar. Har diwaar cheekh ke keh rhi thi "kb jayegi?"
Jawab sirf ek tha --"kabhi nhii."
Middle -class sapne , passport ke kharche , aur mummy papa ka " akele ladki bahar nhi jayegi " wala dialogue .
Dhadam!
Darwaza aise khula jaise tufaan aya ho.
"Madam ji kitabo se muh nikalo. Zindegi main Istanbul bol rha hh"
Khushi -- uski dost , uski har problem is solution -- bister pr kood ke baith gyii . Hath main mobile phone , chehre pe wo wali shaitani smile jo sirf bawaal ki khabar lati thi.
Sanju ne kitaab bagal main patak di. "Khushi! Darwaza todd de pura. Kya Hua? Tera koi naya kand"?
Khushi ne uske gaal kheench liye . "Kand nhi pagal , teri kismat . Pack kr bag hum turkey jaa rhe hh. Istanbul . Ek mahine ek liye."
Sanju ki saans (sanjana) atak gyi . " Kya bakwaas hh ? Majak mt kr khushi. Mera Bp high ho jayega."
"Majak nhi yrr. meri bhen , teri behen , tu, main -- chaaron. Mere parents aur bhai maan gye. Bhai ka kuch business trip tha, bola sth main tum log bhi ghum aao."
Sapna ye sb sapna tha.Sanju ne apni baanh chubho ke dekhi.
