Nani Ki Kanha Wali Kahani - Janmashtami Bedtime Story

Kabir 8 saal ka tha, aur uske paas ek raaz tha jo use raat ko sone nahi de raha tha।

Uski chhoti behen Myra, 5 saal ki, ek dabbe mein apni chocolates sambhal ke rakhti thi - Diwali pe mile hue, birthday pe mile hue, sab jama karke। Har chocolate uske liye khazane jaisi thi।

Aur pichle do hafto se, Kabir chup chup ke uss dabbe se ek-ek chocolate nikal raha tha।

Pehli baar usne socha tha - "bas ek, Myra ko pata bhi nahi chalega।"

Lekin ek chocolate se doosri, doosri se teesri। Ab dabbe mein sirf teen chocolates bachi thi, jahan pehle bees thi।

Aur Myra ne notice karna shuru kar diya tha।

Kabir khud bhi nahi samajh paa raha tha ki yeh sab kyun shuru hua। Uski apni pocket money thi, apni chocolates bhi milti thin। Lekin Myra ka dabba khaas tha - usme har chocolate ka apna ek kissa tha, aur kisi tarah, chup chup ke ek nikaal lena, ek chhota sa romaanch (thrill) jaisa lagta tha। Pehli baar dil dhak-dhak karta tha, lekin dusri-teesri baar mein woh dhadkan kam hoti gayi - aur bas aadat ban gayi।

Guilty Kabir

"Mummy, meri chocolates kam ho rahi hain!" Myra ne ek shaam shikayat ki। "Roz kam ho jaati hain!"

Kabir ne apni nazrein neeche kar lin, TV dekhne ka bahana kiya। Uske pet mein ajeeb sa ehsaas ho raha tha - sharam, dar, aur ek anjaana bojh।

Maa ne kaha - "Shayad tumne khud kha li hongi, yaad nahi hoga। Dekho dhyaan se।"

Myra confuse ho gayi, lekin maan gayi। Kabir ka dil aur zor se dhadka - usne apni behen ko jhoothi bana diya tha, sirf apni chori chupane ke liye।

Uss raat Kabir so nahi paya। Baar baar aankhein khulti thi, aur dabbe wali chocolates ka khayal aata tha।

Nani Aayi

Uss weekend Nani ghar aayi - Kabir aur Myra ki sabse pyaari Nani, jo har baar aati toh koi na koi kahani zaroor sunati।

Raat ko, sone se pehle, Nani dono bachcho ke kamre mein aayi। Myra khushi se bistar pe kood rahi thi - "Nani, aaj Janmashtami wali kahani sunao na! Kanha wali!"

Nani muskurayi, lekin uski nazar Kabir pe padi - jo chup chap, kone mein baitha tha, kambal mein lipta hua, chehre pe udaasi liye।

"Kya hua mere raja beta?" Nani ne poocha, Kabir ke paas baithte hue।

"Kuch nahi Nani।" Kabir ne jhooth bola, lekin uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi।

Nani ne kuch nahi poocha aur। Bas Kabir ke sar pe haath phera, aur bolna shuru kiya - "Chalo, aaj main tumhe Kanha ki ek kahani sunaati hun। Bahut khaas kahani।"

Kanha Ki Makhan Chori

"Bahut saal pehle," Nani ne shuru kiya, "Gokul gaanv mein ek chhota sa bacha rehta tha - Kanha। Woh Yashoda Maiya ka ladla beta tha, aur poore gaanv ka pyaara bhi।"

"Kanha ko makhan bahut pasand tha। Aur Yashoda Maiya roz taaza makhan banati - matki mein bhar ke, upar taagon se latka deti, taaki Kanha uski pahunch se door rahe।"

Myra hansi - "Kyun Nani? Kanha ko de kyun nahi deti thi?"

"Kyunki bahut zyada makhan khaana theek nahi hota beta। Lekin Kanha - woh kaha maanta tha! Woh apne dosto ke saath milke, ek doosre ke kandhe pe chadhke, matki tak pahunch jaata - aur makhan churake kha leta।"

Kabir ne dheere se poocha, awaaz mushkil se sunayi de rahi thi - "Toh... Kanha ne chori ki? Woh galat tha na?"

Nani ne Kabir ki taraf dekha, jaise samajh gayi ho ki yeh sawaal kahan se aa raha hai। "Suno aage, beta।"

Pakde Jaane Pe Kya Hua

"Ek din," Nani ne kaha, "gaanv ki auntiyan Yashoda Maiya ke paas shikayat leke aayin - 'Tumhara Kanha humara sara makhan chura raha hai!'"

"Yashoda Maiya gussa hoke Kanha ko dhoondhne gayi। Aur wahan kya dekha? Kanha, makhan se poora muh sana hua, haathon mein makhan liye, doston ke saath baitha khush ho raha tha।"

"Kanha pakda gaya!" Myra khushi se chillai।

"Haan," Nani muskurayi, "lekin dekho Kanha ne kya kiya। Woh bhaga nahi। Woh chupa nahi। Usne seedha Yashoda Maiya ki taraf dekha, apni pyaari si muskaan ke saath, aur bola - 'Maiya, dekho na, kitna accha makhan hai! Tum bhi khao!'"

"Usne apna haath aage badhaya - apna hi churaya hua makhan, apni Maiya ko khilane ke liye।"

Kamre mein sannata chha gaya। Kabir ne Nani ki taraf dekha, jaise kuch samajh mein aa raha ho।

Nani Ka Sawaal

"Kabir beta," Nani ne dheere se poocha, "pata hai Kanha ki chori aur ek chupi hui chori mein kya farak hota hai?"

Kabir ne sar hilaya - nahi।

"Kanha ne kabhi apni galti chupayi nahi। Pakda gaya toh muskuraya, sabko batataya, apni Maiya ko bhi khilaya। Uske dil mein koi dar nahi tha, koi sharam nahi thi - kyunki usne jo kiya, pyaar se kiya, aur turant maan liya।"

"Lekin jab hum kisi cheez ko chupate hain," Nani ne aage kaha, "jhooth pe jhooth bolte hain use dhakne ke liye - tab woh sirf chori nahi rehti। Woh ek bhaari bojh ban jaati hai jo dil pe rakha rehta hai।"

Kabir ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye। Usse laga jaise Nani ko sab pata hai।

"Nani..." uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi, "Myra ki chocolates... main leta tha। Chup chup ke। Aur jab usne poocha, maine bataya nahi।"

Myra ne Kabir ki taraf hairan hoke dekha। Lekin Nani ne Myra ka haath pakda, use shaant rehne ka ishara kiya।

Kabir Ka Faisla

"Toh ab kya karoge?" Nani ne pyaar se poocha, koi daant nahi, koi gussa nahi।

Kabir ne apni aankhein pochi, aur Myra ki taraf mudha। "Myra, mujhe maaf kar do। Maine tumhari chocolates li thin, chup chup ke। Mujhe pata tha galat hai, isliye chupaya - aur isse aur galat ho gaya।"

Myra ki aankhein bhi geeli ho gayin, lekin usne apne bhai ka haath thaam liya। "Theek hai bhaiya। Lekin agli baar bas poochh lena। Main de deti।"

Maa bhi kamre ke darwaze pe khadi thi, sun rahi thi - usne kuch nahi kaha, bas muskura di। Usse pata chal gaya tha ki uske dono bachche, bina kisi daant-daptaad ke, khud hi apni galti samajh gaye hain - aur yehi sabse asli seekh hoti hai।

Kabir ne halki si hansi di - pehli baar do hafto mein। "Kal main apni pocket money se tumhare liye nayi chocolates launga। Promise।"

Nani ne dono bachcho ko apne paas khincha, dono ko gale lagaya। "Yehi toh Kanha ki asli seekh hai - galti hona bura nahi hai। Use chupana bura hai। Aur maafi maangna, use theek karna - yeh sabse badi taaqat hai।"

Uss Raat

Uss raat, pehli baar do hafto mein, Kabir gehri neend soya - bina kisi bojh ke, bina kisi raaz ke।

Agle din woh apni gullak todke apni sari pocket money nikala, aur Myra ke liye nayi chocolates khareedi - bees se bhi zyada, alag alag rang aur flavour ki।

Myra itni khush hui ki usne aadhi chocolates Kabir ko hi de dein - "Yeh humari, sirf meri nahi।"

Us Janmashtami se, ghar mein ek naya niyam ban gaya। Har saal, jab Kanha ki murti ko jhula jhulaya jaata, Kabir sabse pehle Kanha ke saamne khada hokar kehta - "Kanha, mujhe sikhaya tumne ki khule dil se maangi gayi maafi, chupayi gayi galti se kahin zyada halki hoti hai।"