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Papa… Woh sirf papa nahi the, meri maa bhi the.

Jis din maa OT mein gayi thi, papa bahar tension mein the… par unhone maa ko himmat ke saath bheja. Nurse ne jab bahar aake kaha, “Congratulations Mr. Maharana, aapki beti hui hai,” toh unki aankhon mein chamak thi — ek nayi roshni, ek nayi zimmedaari.

Par khushi ke beech mein ek dar bhi tha. Jab nurse ne mujhe unke haathon mein diya, unka haath kaanp raha tha. Phir bhi... unhone mujhe apne सीने से लगा लिया।

main achanak ap ka haath pakad liya tha। Papa muskaraye aur zor se bole, “Maa dekho! Misti ne mera haath pakad liya hai! Aj se yeh meri misti maa hai।”

meri paida hone k baad Maa ki tabiyat bigad gayi thi,unko 6 month bedrest bol diye the doct,ghar mein koi nahi tha... sirf papa the। Ek taraf maa ki dekhbhal, doosri taraf unka dil ka tukda — main।

Jis bache ko maa ki god mein hona chahiye tha, woh papa ki baahon mein tha। Unhone chhutti li, mujhe apne se juda nahi hone diya।

Jab maa aur main hospital se ghar aaye, ghar sajaya gaya tha meri welcome ke liye। Mere pair ki chhoti si chhaap jo papa ne sambhal kar rakhi thi, aaj bhi dekh ke lagta hai — "Papa ne mujhe sirf paala nahi... pooja hai।"

Unhone mere aas-paas har zarurat ka intezaam kiya, paiso ki kabhi parwah nahi ki। Raato ko jag jag kar mujhe sulaate, khilate, khud maa ban gaye।

Main jab bhi roti, unka dil kaanp uthta tha, Doctor ke paas le jaate, mere liye nurse bhi rakhi – sirf is liye, taaki meri tabiyat kabhi na bigde।

Unke office ki chhutti jab khatam hui, aur woh waapas ja rahe the, toh maa se keh rahe the — “Agar Misti roye, toh mujhe turant call karna। Tum sambhaal nahi paogi usse।”meri awaz suna dogi to rona band kar degi,sach me aise hi hota tha.

Woh strong papa us din tut gaye the। Jo log unse kaampte the, woh papa apni beti ke aansuon se darr gaye थे।

Har ek ghante phone karke poochte – “Misti kaisi hai?” Aur jab sunnte ki main papa ko dhoond rahi hoon, unka dil bechain ho jaata।

Jab mera pehla birthday aaya, poora sheher jaise jashn mein tha। Papa ne mujhe ek princess ki tarah celebrate karaya,
Maa paas thi lekin papa jaise dur... Aur papa, dooriyon ke bawajood maa jaise kareeb।

Phir aaya Corona… October 6 ki raat, jab mujhe 104 bukhar chadh gaya, doctors ne kaha hospital le jao। Agar papa mujhe hospital bhejte, shayad main nahi bachti।

Unhone mera ghar hi hospital bana diya। Oxygen, medicines, sab kuch… jaise ek superhero ho।

Wo mujhe kahe me jab tak hnu tujhe kuch hone nahi dungi, aur wese hi kiye, Mujhe nahi pata tha woh kya karenge, par mujhe yakeen tha — kuch bhi karenge।
Corona se thik huyi,magal aur bimari paida ho gaye mere nadar,heart problem nikal gayi,sans ka problem,wo mere andar the,lekin apko pareshan kar rahe the jaise. ..
Dhire dhire time gayi treatment chal rahi thi,papa k sath misti v khus thi

April 2, Hyderabad — Heart surgery का din। Papa ne bahar se doctor bulwaye, best treatment chaha। Operation ke waqt woh chup the, lekin aankhon mein toofan tha।

Doctors aur nurses unse darte the… Par woh papa apne Misti ke liye dare hue the।

Jab mujhe hosh nahi aaya, unhone doctors se kaha — “Agar meri Misti ko hosh nahi aaya, toh main is poore hospital ko zinda jala dunga।”doct log v dare huye the,q ki doct ko v malum tha papa kaise he,finaly

Aur jab hosh aaya, tabhi unhone muskuraya। Woh do din,khana b nahi kjaye the— munhe jaak dekhe pehle usk baad aake room me naha dhoke khana kahye,

CCTV mein mujhe dekhte rahe… Aur jab main doctors se baat karne lagi, wo mujhe chup hone k liye bole to me boli mujhe mere pap chhiye,bulaiye unko ,jab meri awaz sun k k aap mere paas aaye,doct ne bole ye baat karte he jyada,tab ap kaha — jo puchti he ans do,q ki ye meri beti he, suno aur jawab do।”apk jaate hi doct ne bole apk papa aise rude q he,me v unse boli q ki wo mere papa he,doct dhire dhire bole jaise baap wese beti...
Lekin sare doct v mujhe bahut ache se khayal rakhe,
Jab me hospital se aa rahi thi,doct log v bole mr maharana sach me ap ki mist he hi itni pyari,kaun papa aise nahi karega,avi samjhe ap misti k liye kya kaya kar sakte he,wo sab b ro rhe the,aane ki time..

Mere jeene ki kahani mein har pal, har second, har saans mein — papa hi papa he। Maa ka roop lekar, ek papa maa ban gaye।

"Misti ki zindagi mein agar koi bhagwan hai, toh wo papa hai। Aur agar iss duniya mein maa se zyada koi pyaar kar sakta hai, toh wo sirf papa aapp hai।"

I love you, Papa. Ap mere liye sirf ek pita nahi ho... Ap meri duniya ho।

Misti aur Papa –

"Ek Maa Jaisa Pyaar"