har kalas min, bek binchers ka ek garop hameshah hota hay jo afratfari ke liye jite hen. ham mukhtalf nihen the.
ya aakhari amtahan ka mosm tha, or jisa kah toqa thi, ham min se kasi ne bhi tyari nihen ki thi. lican hamare dost, ali ke pas ek master plan tha. ’’sano logo,‘‘ is ne daramai andaz min sargoshi ki, ’’mere pas farmola hay.‘‘
ham andar jhak gaye.
"kise?" ham ne pochha, mutajass lican pehle hi apani zandgi ke antakhab par afsos kar rahe hen.
ali maskaraya. "sadah. ham jam dar talaba ki tarah kam karin ge."
ya sab se dilchasp bat thi jo ham ne sara dan sani thi.
lehza, amtahan ki sabah, ham ne naaqabl tasur kiya. ham jaldi scol pohch gaye. istazah ne hamin shak ki nazaron se dekha. "ghanti bajane se pehle tam yahan kiya kar rahe ho?"
"janab, ham ne socha kah hamin nazar saani karni chahiye."
is ke chare par be etibari namayan thi.
is duran ali ek mashan par tha. wah tature ki mez ke qarib chapke se swaliya parchah dekhane ki koshash karne laga. lican jas tarah wah kamiyab hone hi wala tha—bing! parnspl andar chala gaya.
"yahan kiya ho raha hay?"
ali ghabra gaya. is ki zandah rahne ki jabltin andar aagayin. is ne qarib ki katab pakdi or chekha, "sar, ham abhi kalas rom ki safai kar rahe the!"
parnspl ne abro atha kar kaha. "safai?"
"ji janab!" min chhalang laga kar andar aaya. "kalas rom saf sthara sochane min madad karta hay naa?"
parnspl ko atna sadamah hawa kah wah khamoshi se wahan se chala gaya.
kiya hamin swaliya parchah mala? nihen kiya ham pas ho gaye? bas bamashakl. lican is dan, ham ne sab se aham sabiq sekha — bek binchers dabao min tim wark min bahat ache hote hen.
