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A light yellow t-shirt and white trouser worn dark-toned shattered figure pops up in front of Daya's eyes, shouting helplessly…. Main kya karun… mujhe kuch yaad nehi hain… main kya karun? Pointing ACP sir... Aa… aap kehte hain main police officer tha. Yeh buriyah aurat joh ihan ro rahi thi… woh kehta hain main uska beta hoon…. woh meri maa thi. Pointing Daya... Ye… yeh admi kehta hain… main uske sath kaam kar raha tha. Yeh photograph me main hoon. Lekin main kya karun… mujhe kuch yaad nehi hain… main kya karun…. mujhe kuch yaad nehi hain… kya karun…..? (Epi: The Stolen Dynamite)
He sighs heavily. Woh din…. Abhijeet sir… usi din main ne tay kar liya tha… apka jis halat ka jimedar main tha… use main hi sudharunga… pryaschit karunga sir main. Uske pahele main khud ko duniya ki sabse badnasib insaan samajhta tha…. lekin woh saal…. 1997…. Sayad sab se bada paap mujhse ho gaya… ek maa se unka beta chin li main… mera hi galati tha sir… nehi, sayad gunah. Agar main us din gari ka picha karta, sayad yeh tabahi apke zindegi me kabhi na aati.
Daya closes his eyes to gulp the pain…. not to save his senior. A totally devastated lean figure with red eyes… completely messy condition… wearing a dirty shriveled t-shirt and trouser… bare footed… flashes in his mind… shouting at the top of his voice standing inside of a damped almost dark room's doorstep… kiun aaye ho… kya chahte ho… maarne aaye ho mujhe? Kya chahiye? Kiun baar baar aate ho idhar? Koi nehi hain mera… suna tumne… koi nehi. While breaking down in tears…. Main… main khuni hoon… apne maa ki… Showing his hands in front of Daya…. suna tumne… main khuni… chale jao. Chale jao… mere najron ke samne se… kisi ka hamdardi nehi chahiye mujhe… koi nehi chahiye… main akela hoon… cahlo jaaaao & the door closed over his face with a bang!
A chilled sensation runs down Daya's spine. Main kabhi hausla nehi hara sir. Uss hadse ke baad pure do saal main apko zindegi ki aur lane ki koshish ki. Aap gussa hue… chillaye mujhpe…. sab kuch azmake dekh liye… lekin sir, main apne aap se wada joh kiya…. Kabhi apko tanha nehi chorunga. Main hi asal me maa ji ka khuni hoon sir, dekha jaye toh. Agar main bar tak apka kaha na maan ke pahauch gaya tha… us gari ka picha nehi karna chahiye tha mujhe? Uss waqt pata nehi kiun main apko follow nehi ki obedient junior ban ke! Agar us din main apko bacha pata… na apka yaadast kabhi jata… na maa ji us dard ke sath duniya chorne pe majboor hote… ke unka ek lauta bete ko wo yaad nehi…
A drop of tear rolls down Daya's cheek. Lekin sir main kaamyiab ho gaya. Yehi 21st July, pichle saal jab ACP sir woh dynamite wala case solve hone ke baad apko rejoining letter de ke kaha … 'Abhijeet aaj se officially tum mere unit ka hissa ban gaye ho'…. yeh sunke sayad aap se bhi jada sakoon mujhe mila tha sir. Main aap ko kabhi yeh baat bata nehi paya… lekin aap se juri hui har ek choti bari baat mere liye bahat maine rakhta hain sir…. humesha se…. uss hadse ke pahele bhi… aur aaj bhi. Kismat ka toh koi bharosha nehi, lekin yeh Daya… kabhi apko khud se dur nehi hone dega sir… apse kuch toh rishta hain mera… sayad pichle janam ka… yunhi aap itna apnasa nehi lagte sir mujhe! Joh saga bhai mera ek baar mudke nehi dekha phir kabhi (Epi: Injured Witness)…. wahin aap toh mera galati hi maan ne aaj tak tyar nehi… ke mere liye hi aap teen saal pahele kidnap hue the… aur apka zindegi ujar gaya!
Kuch din pahele jab main sub-inspector se promote ho ke inspector ban gaya… apke ankhon me main woh chamak dekha tha…. apke chahre pe woh khushi dekhi thi…. jiske talash main pichle teen saal se kar raha hoon. Yeh chamak ek us din mujhe dekhne ko mila, jab aap phir se CID join kiye the…. aur ek iss din jab mujhe promotion mila. Sir kya aap bhi mere care karte hain sach me…. bas kabhi jatate nehi? He smiles through his wet eyes… dekhna sir, ek din aap zaroor khul ke baten karenge mujhse…. Main apko zindegi phir se sahi maine me jine pe majboor kar ke hi rahunga…. wada hain sir…
He shakes his head and goes to kitchen.
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A car is running in speed through an almost empty highway… as its mid-night… without one or two trucks… passing now and then… it's almost a smooth journey. But the person in driving seat…. seems in deep thought… often he is rubbing the corner of his lips… sometimes frowning also. It's clear from his gesture that he is disturbed by something very much.
Pata nehi ACP sir kya chupa rahe the! Ek toh samne se mujhe phone kiye… Abhijeet kab wapas aa rahe ho? Aare, yeh kya baat hain! Main chota bachha hoon kya… kaam se aaya tha… khatam hoga, tab hi main wapas ja sakta nah? Aur main unka junior… main hi toh unhe report karunga…. Pata nehi kya chakkar, aise sir generally toh zaldbazi karte nehi! The man named Abhijeet, in the car, looks at his watch for once.
Aare! Yeh toh paune char (3:45am) baaj raha! Main toh kal raat tak wapas jane ko socha tha Mumbai. Aur aab toh subha hone se pahele koi chance hi nehi! Abhi bhi kitna lamba rashta! Rest bhi nehi milega yaar… kya mushibat. Ghar pahauchke fresh ho kar hi bureau bhagna padhega…. He makes face unknowingly.
Suddenly a pair of big glittering deep calm eyes comes in his mind…. wo thik toh hain? Main jab ACP sir se pucha bureau ke bare me… zahir si baat hain, raat ke dus baje night shift ke alawa koi aur rukega nehi. Phir unhone kiun kaha, Daya bahat pahele hi ghar chala gaya? Yeh ladhka ghar baythna kab se pasand karne laga! Woh bhi duty ke waqt! Wo toh kabhi sadhe nau-dus baje se pahele apna chair chorta hi nehi? Aur upar se main nehi tha udhar… ghar chale jana… itna zaldi… nehi, kuch toh baat hain… Abhijeet nods his head while thinking deeply. Main use raat tak wapas aane ko keh kar aaya Pune… Daya toh aash laga ke baythe rahega… wo kayse aaj zaldi ghar ja sakta hain? Main lauta nehi dekhke muh fula ke aaj toh use baythe rehna chahiye… wo ghar…. kayse? Use toh aaj beach pe hona chahiye tha! Halanki kabhi batayega toh nehi… mera rah dekh raha tha… lekin main samajhta hoon. Pata nehi kiun, Daya humesha bahar jane pe mera wapsi ka wait karta hain. Mujhe dekhke joh khushi uske ankhon me jhalakta hain… sayad wohi mujhe wapas aane pe majboor karta hain baar baar…. Jab bhi main apni zindegi se… in sab se… dur bhagna chaha. Pata nehi Daya thik toh hoga….? Abhijeet sighs and speed up his car.
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Daya enters in bureau pushing the glass door in a real hurry…. He eyes starts scanning for a particular figure…. Lastly he points out HIM… at HIS desk… wearing a formal full-sleeve maroon shirt and ash pant… showing HIS back towards the main door…. As usual engrossed in file.
Unknowingly a happy relaxed shade covers Daya's face…. as he went to HIS house before coming at work place but the door was locked and none answered the phone call also….
Sub-inspector Fredrick is the first… notices Daya's entry… he stands up from his seat and greets formally. Daya also responds his colleague with a smiling face. Hearing their conversation… rest members of the room turns at them.
Abhijeet feels a relaxation in his heart looking Daya fit n fine. But at the same time, ACP sir comes out from his cabin… kya baat hain Daya… aaj tum itna subha subha? Late aa sakte the… tumhe main permission toh diya kal… neglect karne se agar dard barh jaye toh?
Immediately a tensed color passes through the face of second in command of CID team… which well noticed by their boss.
Daya: nehi sir, main aab thik hoon. Jada dard nehi hain aur. Ek-adh din me bilkul sahi ho jayega. Halka sa moch hi toh tha.
ACP sir nods and orders his men to involve in their respective works.
Abhijeet also going to make his way to record room… suddenly notices Daya's hobble steps.
He stops at his place… kitna halka moch tha… dikh hi raha hain. Warna koi kaam ke waqt ghar jane pe majboor nehi hota! Halka sa moch… ek step thik se rakha nehi ja raha hain… bada aaya duty karne… huhhh! He storms from there leaving a grinning Daya behind… who obviously well heard his low mumble.
Daya picks a glass of water from his desk and slowly sits while sipping it…. beside his Abhijeet sir's table…. on a stool.
Abhijeet comes back after a while holding some old dusty files… knits his eyebrow looking Daya in that place.
He keeps the papers on his desk. Kya hain? Idhar kya kar rahe ho? Apna seat nehi hain kya…. He turns at Daya.
Daya says nothing in reply… only looks at his senior's face.
Abhijeet notices his gaze and a smile automatically spread over his face…. aaj subha hi wapas aaya. Fresh ho kar hi chala aaya idhar. Kal kaam khatam nehi ho paya sham tak… raat ko nehi laut saka… he concludes softly.
Daya also smiles sweetly in reply and stands up. But his injured leg…. Doesn't allow him to take firm steps…. He misbalances and immediately feels a strong grip on his arm preventing him from fallen… and a chewing whisper… kabhi toh apna dhyan rakha karo. Aise humesha bachho jaisi harkaten kiun karte ho? Jab chala nehi ja raha… khara nehi ho pa rahe ho… kiun zabardasti aaye ho bureau? ACP sir leave sanction karte nah… permission toh diya unhone…. Phir?
Without turning, Daya… apka ghar subha tala laga hua tha… aap phone bhi nehi utha rahe the. Aap udhar se wapas aaye ki nehi… main soch raha tha….
Abhijeet murmurs from his back… mobile naam ki ek yantra (machine) tumhare paas hota hain… use kabhi kabhi istemaal kiya karo…. And helps him to settle down on his own seat…. without showing any further emotion.
Daya smiles secretly… phir bhi aap kabhi kahenge nehi sir, aap mere liye padheshan hote hain. Aur kisi se puchenge bhi nehi actually mujhe hua kya? Mujhe pata hain… aap baad me hospital walo se zaroor baat karenge, woh bhi mujhse chup ke… he immerses in his own pool of thoughts.
His smiley face turns serious listen a strict low teasing order… agar apko bewajah haasna ho gaya hain inspector Daya… thora kaam bhi kar lene ki koshish kijiyega. Aab aap junior nehi rahe.
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Mistic Morning