Special:A short story of an old man
Special Subah ke do baje, ek rajneetik charcha ke beech, dhyaan stretcher par gaya. Main aur mere paas khade dono aparichit bhi stretcher ke paas gaye. Woh ek boodha aadmi tha, lagbhag 60 saal ka, sir par baal nahi the, kapde matmaile the aur shareer bhi, pant ka hook khula tha. Dekhkar lag raha tha ki, ‘woh gareeb hai’. Pehle laga ki woh mar gaya hai, phir dhyaan diya toh woh saansein le raha tha. Nazar uske haathon ki ungliyon par gayi. Ek haath se usne apne doosre haath ki pichki hui chaaron ungliyan pakad rakhi thi, aur doosre haath ki shayad railway track par hi reh gayi thi. Khoon bahe ja raha tha aur woh bas thar-thar kaanp raha tha. Kuch log photo kheench rahe the, main bhi baar-baar apni pant ki jeb tatol raha tha, taaki mobile nikaalkar video bana sakoon, par nahi kar paaya. Ambulance aa chuki thi. Ek policewaale ne mujhe apna phone diya, boodhe ko le jaate waqt ki tasveer kheenchne ke liye. Maine tasveerein leen. Usko ambulance ki beech ki seat mein letaaya gaya, bheed ...
