Barsaat... ek aisa mausam jo sirf ek mausam nahi, ek ehsaas hota hai. Jaise hi pehle baadal ghoomte hain, hawa mein ek alag si thandak ghul jaati hai. Mitti ki sondhi khushboo dil ke kisi kone mein chhupi bachpan ki yaadon ko kheench laati hai. Jaise har boond kuch kehti hai — adhuri kahaniyaan, purani yaadein, aur shayad kuch ankahe ishq.
Bachpan ki Barsaat
Bachpan mein barsaat kisi tyohaar se kam nahi hoti thi. School se chhutti milti to lagta jaise zindagi ki sabse badi khushi mil gayi ho. Nange paon galiyon mein daudna, pedon se tapakti boondon ke neeche haath failana, aur kichad mein latpat hoke hasta rehna — wo befikri ab sirf yaadon mein basti hai. Aaj jab barsaat hoti hai to chhat dhoondhte hain, tab baadalon ki god mein chhup jaate the.
Barsaat aur Tanhai
Barsaat jitni roohani hoti hai, utni hi tanha bhi. Jab akela khidki ke paas baith ke chai ka cup haath mein hota hai, aur baahar barish ki boondein sheeshe par dastak deti hain, to mann bhi bheeg jaata hai. Kuch ghazlein, kuch purane khat, aur kuch adhuri kavitaayein us mausam mein zinda ho jaati hain. Aisa lagta hai jaise barsaat ke saath dil bhi har ek boond mein beh raha hai.
Ishq aur Barsaat
Ishq aur barsaat ka rishta bahut purana hai. Ek chhatri mein do log, paas paas chalte hue, aur bheegte hue dilon ka kareeb aa jaana — ye koi filmy scene nahi, ye haqeeqat hoti hai. Barsaat mein haath thaamna ek alag hi tarah ka wada hota hai — saath nibhaane ka, har toofan mein saath khade rehne ka. Kuch mohabbatein sirf barsaat mein mukammal hoti hain, aur kuch wahi adhuri reh jaati hain.
Kabhi-Kabhi, Barsaat Sirf Paani Nahi Hoti...
Kabhi barsaat ek rahat hoti hai tapti garmi se. Kabhi wo kisano ke liye umeed le kar aati hai. Aur kabhi, wo shehar ki sadkon par apne saath bahut kuch baha le jaati hai — dhool, dhuan, aur kai baar humare andar ki thakaan bhi. Ye sirf paani nahi, ek kudrati jaadu hai jo waqt ko kuch der ke liye tham leta hai.
Bilkul, chalo is blog ko aur gehra banate hain — kuch aur hisse jodte hain jo barsaat ke jazbaat ko aur behtar andaaz mein bayaan karein. Yeh continuation hai blog ka:
Barsaat aur Yaadein
Barsaat ka har ek boond jaise ek photo album ho — har tapakti boond kisi yaad ki tarah dil par girti hai. Kabhi kisi purani gali ka raasta yaad dilati hai, kabhi kisi ki muskurahat. Barsaat mein wo log bhi yaad aate hain jo kabhi humari zindagi mein baarish ki tarah aaye the — bina kisi awaaz ke, bina kisi wajah ke, aur fir khamoshi se chale gaye.
Jab koi nahi hota, to barsaat hoti hai. Jab dil bhar aata hai, to aasman bhi ro padta hai. Shayad isiliye log kehte hain — “jo baat aankhon ne na kahi, use baadalon ne keh diya.”
Ek Cup Chai Aur Barsaat
Barsaat ka asli maza tab aata hai jab ek cup chai haathon mein ho. Adrak wali chai ki har ek chuski jaise andar tak garam kar jaati hai. Bahar baarish, andar khamoshi, aur beech mein ek chai ka cup — kya aur chahiye zindagi mein ek pal ke liye?
Aur agar saath mein koi apna ho — to barsaat sirf mausam nahi rehti, ek yaad ban jaati hai. Aisi yaad jo kabhi puri tarah dhundhli nahi hoti.
Barsaat aur Likhnay Ka Jazba
Likhnay wale logon ke liye barsaat kisi muse se kam nahi. Har boond mein koi kavita chhupi hoti hai, har bijli ke chamak mein koi jazbaat jhalak deta hai. Shayari, diary ke panne, ya Insta ke captions — sab barsaat ke baad alag roop le lete hain.
Kabhi likhne ka dil hi nahi karta, sirf bheegna hota hai. Aur kabhi dil karta hai itna likho ke har boond tumhara naam le kar gire.
Aakhri Alfaaz
Barsaat na to sirf mausam hai, na hi ek pal. Ye ek jazba hai — kabhi khushi, kabhi gham, kabhi sukoon, kabhi intezaar. Har kisi ki apni ek barsaat hoti hai. Kisi ki aankhon mein, kisi ke lamhon mein.
Aur tum? Tum kis ki barsaat ho?
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