“Kuch sheher humse baat nahi karte, sirf chhup chaap sunte hain… aur jab hum wapas jaate hain, toh lagta hai jaise apna kuchh chhod aaye ho.”
Agra ki garmi aur bheed se nikal kar us din maine decide kiya —
“Aaj apne liye kahin nikalta hoon… kahin jahan bheed kam ho, aur khamoshi zyada.”
Google Maps khola, dil se consult kiya…
aur rukh kiya — Pardesh movie vala, Fatehpur Sikri.
Par yeh trip special thi —
kyunki is baar mere sath koi dost, cousin, ya tourist group nahi tha…
sirf main tha, aur meri khud se ek mulaqat.
🚉 Train Se Shuru Hua Safar, Jahan Sheher Peeche Reh Gaya
Agra se ek chhoti train thi jo Sikri ke station tak jaati thi.
Platform pe chai wala chilla raha tha, aur train ka horn ek alag hi mood set kar raha tha.
Main window seat le kar baith gaya —
aur train dheere dheere sheher ke shor ko chhodti chali gayi.
“Public transport ka maza hi yeh hai —
har musafir ek kahani hota hai, aur har station ek naya paragraph.”
🏞️ Station Se Walk Tak, Aur Khud Se Conversation
Fatehpur Sikri ka station chhota sa tha, purane zamane ki khushboo ke sath.
Auto wale chillate mile:
“Dargah? Buland Darwaza? Pal mein chhod denge sir!”
Par us din dil bola —
“Chalo, thoda paidal chalte hain… raasta dekhte hain, log sunte hain.”
Raste mein ek choti si chai ki tapri mili —
chai li, aur ek uncle ne bola:
“Pehli baar aaye ho? Zyada mat socho… yeh jagah mehsoos karne wali hai.”
Aur wahi meri sabse badi tip thi us din ki.
🕌 Buland Darwaza: Jahan Kadam Chhote Pad Gaye
Jab Buland Darwaza samne aya, toh laga koi deewar nahi…
ek time tunnel khula ho —
jisme se sirf dekhne nahi, sochne wale guzarte hain.
Seedhiyan chadhte waqt main bol nahi raha tha…
sirf mehsoos kar raha tha:
- har kadam ek purani kahani
- har deewar ek khamosh shaayar
- aur har jhankaar ek waqt ka signature
🌇 Shaam Ki Roshni Aur Akelepan Ka Sukoon
Dargah ke andar gaya… jahan log chadar chadhate hain, dua maangte hain.
Main bas chhup chap baitha tha,
na kuch maanga, na kuch bola.
Sirf itna socha:
“Kabhi kabhi sirf shaanti bhi ek dua hoti hai.”
Wapas aaya, toh Buland Darwaza ke samne ek kone mein baith gaya…
shaam dhal rahi thi… suraj ne pattharon pe rang chhod diye the…
aur waqt… ruk sa gaya tha.
“Waqt ka guzarna toh common hai…
par uska ruk jaana — sirf kuch jagah ka naseeb hota hai.”