Sirf Diye Mat Jalana: Vanvaas Se Diwali Tak Ka Safar

Zindagi ke mushkil daur (vanvaas) se guzarte hue ek udas ladke aur uske bade bhai ki bhavnatmak kahani. Yeh Diwali sirf diye jalane ki nahi, balki himmat ki aag jalane ki hai, jo andheron ko cheer kar roshni tak le jati hai

Jab Zindagi Lage Vanvaas: Kyun Har Andhere Raat Ke Baad Diwali Aati Hai

Raat ke nau baj rahe the, par Raghav ke kamre ki ghisi-piti roshni mein andhera zyada gehra lag raha tha. Table par bikri hui files, laptop ki screen par bar bar dikhta rejection mail aur bank account ka girta hua balance—yeh sab uske liye kisi bojh se kam nahi the. Pichle ek saal se uski zindagi mein jaise ‘vanvaas’ chal raha tha. Naukri chhoot chuki thi, dhandha jam nahi raha tha, aur ab apno ke beech bhi woh khud ko akela aur hara hua mehsoos karne laga tha.

Diwali ka tyohar nazdeek tha. Bahar galiyon mein roshni ho rahi thi, log khushiyan mana rahe the, mithaiyon ki khushboo aa rahi thi. Par Raghav ki ankhen band thi, aur dil mein bas ek hi sawaal tha—“Kyon har baar koshish karne ke baad bhi meri kismat andhere mein doob jaati hai? Kya meri zindagi mein kabhi khushiyon wali Diwali aayegi bhi ya nahi?”

Wahi paas mein ek chhota sa diya bujhne hi wala tha. Usi waqt, uske bade bhai, Mohan bhaiya, kamre mein aaye. Unhone Raghav ke kandhe par haath rakha, uska utra hua chehra dekha aur dheere se bole, “Kya hua, Raghav? Andhere mein baithne ka irada hai kya?”

Raghav ne thak kar sir jhuka liya aur bola, “Bhaiya, kaisa tyohar aur kaisi khushi? Log kehte hain Diwali khushiyon ka din hai, Ram ji aaye the isliye manate hain, Laxmi pooja ke liye manate hain. Par meri zindagi mein toh bas vanvaas chal raha hai jiska koi ant hi nahi dikh raha. Main thak gaya hoon ab ladte-ladte.”

Mohan bhaiya muskuraye, ek stool khinch kar paas baithe aur bole, “Beta, tumne bilkul sahi kaha ki yeh Ram ji ke aane aur pooja ka din hai. Par kya tumne kabhi socha hai ki Bhagwan Ram ko 14 saal ka vanvaas kyun mila tha? Kya unka jeevan saral tha? Nahi. Jungle mein bhatakna, apno se door rehna, har din nayi kathinaai—yeh sab kisi kathin daur ya vanvaas jaisa hi toh tha. Par kya vanvaas hamesha ke liye hota hai?”

Raghav ne chupchap unki taraf dekha.

Mohan bhaiya ne baat aage badhate hue kaha, “Nahi na! Vanvaas ka ek niyam hai—kitna bhi lamba ho, ek din uska ant hota hi hai. Raat kitni bhi gehri ho, subah hone se use koi nahi rok sakta. Aaj jo tumhara waqt chal raha hai, yeh tumhara vanvaas hai, Raghav. Iska matlab yeh nahi ki tum haar maan lo. Yeh bas ek pariksha hai, aur is mushkil daur ke baad woh waqt bhi aayega jab tumhara apna vanvaas khatm hoga, sab theek ho jayega, aur tumhe bhi apni zindagi ki sabse badi Diwali manane ka poora mauka milega.”

Unke ye shabd Raghav ke dil mein utar gaye.

Mohan bhaiya ne aage kaha, “Isliye is Diwali, sirf ghar ke aangan mein mitti ke diye mat jalana. Apne andar himmat ki ek aag jalana. Ek aisi aag, jo tumhe is vanvaas ke andhero se kheech kar us roshni tak le jaye jiska tum intezaar kar rahe ho. Haar mat maano, abhi tumhari kahani ka ant nahi hua hai.”

Tab Raghav ne pehli baar mehsoos kiya ki andhera chahe kitna bhi gehra ho, umeed ki ek choti si chingari sab kuch badal sakti hai. Usne table par rakha bujhta hua diya uthaya, use wapas jala diya, aur uski laabh ki roshni mein uske chehre par ek nayi zidd aur roshni laut aayi.

A note for readers: Zindagi mein jab bhi lage ki vanvaas lamba ho gaya hai, toh yaad rakhiyega—raat ke baad subah aati hi hai, aur aapki bhi apni Diwali zaroor aayegi.

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