Ye kahani kisi ek ladki ki nahi hai.
Ye kahani un hazaaron middle-class ladkiyon ki hai jo roz sapne dekhti hain, aur phir unhi sapnon ke liye khud se ladti hain.
Anjali ek chhote se shehar mein paali-badhi. Uska ghar simple tha — do kamre, ek chhota sa kitchen, aur har mahine ka ek fixed budget. Papa ek private office mein kaam karte the, jahan salary time par aana bhi kabhi-kabhi ek “luck” hota tha. Maa housewife thi, par ghar ki economy minister bhi wahi thi.
Middle class ghar mein sapne allowed hote hain,
par zyada bade sapne nahi.
Anjali bachpan se padhai mein theek thi. Topper nahi, par sincere. Usne kabhi mehngi cheezon ki demand nahi ki, kyunki usse pata tha “ghar ka haal”. School ke baad jab baaki bachche tuition jaate, Anjali ghar aakar maa ke kaam mein haath bataati.
Par uske dil ke kisi kone mein ek sapna chupke se pal raha tha —
khud kuch banna, sirf kisi ki biwi ya beti bankar rehna nahi.
Jab usne graduation ke baad job karne ki baat rakhi, tab pehli baar ghar mein opinions clash hue.
“Ladki ho, zyada bhaagne ki zarurat nahi,”
“Shaadi ke baad sab theek ho jaata hai,”
“Job se zyada important ghar hota hai.”
Ye baatein pyaar se kahi jaati hain, par asar gehra hota hai.
Anjali ko koi problem shaadi se nahi thi.
Problem ye thi ki use apni pehchaan bhi chahiye thi.
Uski pehli job ek private company mein thi — salary kam, kaam zyada. Roz subah bus pakadna, shaam ko thak kar ghar aana, aur phir maa ke saath rasoi mein lag jaana. Kabhi-kabhi lagta tha ki zindagi sirf responsibilities ka naam hai.
Par jab uski salary ka pehla hissa papa ke haath mein gaya, to papa ne kuch nahi kaha — bas aankhon mein ek alag si chamak thi.
Middle class parents zyada bolte nahi,
par mehsoos sab karte hain.
Anjali ke raste asaan nahi the. Office mein competition tha, gender bias bhi. Kabhi-kabhi seniors ke comments hote —
“Tum ladki ho, itna pressure handle kar paogi?”
Raat ko wo thak jaati, par phir bhi naye skills seekhne ke liye online videos dekhti. Kabhi self-doubt hota, kabhi fear. Kai baar laga sab chhod dena chahiye.
Sabse mushkil waqt wo hota hai jab apne hi log kehte hain —
“Humne mana hi kiya tha.”
Rishtedaaron ko lagta tha Anjali “ziddi” hai.
Unke liye safe option sirf shaadi tha.
Par sach ye hai ki middle-class ladkiyon ke sapne zidd nahi hote,
majboori se janme hote hain.
Anjali dekhti thi kaise maa har cheez adjust karti thi, kaise papa bina bole apni needs kam kar dete the. Wo nahi chahti thi ki ye cycle aage bhi chale.
Saal guzar gaye. Anjali ki mehnat rang laane lagi. Job stable hui, income badhi. Usne ghar ke kuch bills apne naam par le liye. Maa-baap ko pehli baar lagne laga ki beti sirf bojh nahi, support bhi ban sakti hai.
Phir ek din Anjali ko shehar ke bahar better opportunity mili.
Decision mushkil tha.
Ladki ka shehar se bahar jaana aaj bhi “badi baat” maani jaati hai.
“Log kya kahenge?”
“Akeli kaise rahegi?”
“Shaadi ka kya?”
Par is baar Anjali ne sirf suna,
aur phir apna faisla khud liya.
Uske jaane ke baad ghar khaali laga. Maa chup-chup rehti thi, papa zyada bolte nahi the. Par jab mahine ke end par Anjali ka phone aata aur kehti,
“Maa, is baar tumhare liye kuch bhej rahi hoon,”
to maa ki awaaz bhar aati.
Shehar mein zindagi easy nahi thi.
Rent, pressure, loneliness — sab kuch real tha.
Par Anjali strong ban chuki thi.
Wahan usne sirf paise nahi kamaye,
khud par bharosa kamaya.
Aaj Anjali ek stable life jee rahi hai.
Na wo perfect hai, na super-successful.
Par wo independent hai, self-respect ke saath.
Sabse badi baat —
aaj ghar wale us par bharosa karte hain.
Wahi log jo kehte the “sapna galat hai”,
aaj kehte hain —
“Hamari beti ne sahi faisla liya.”
Anjali maanta hai ki har ladki ka rasta alag hota hai.
Par ek baat common hoti hai —
Middle class ladki ka sapna galat nahi hota,
bas usse samajhne mein society ko waqt lagta hai.
“Usne sirf apni zindagi nahi badli,
balki ye bhi dikha diya ki betiyaan sapne dekh kar galat nahi hoti —
bas duniya unhe der se samajhti hai.”
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