Street, Adda & Station
Pachis Paise Ka Samosa
Gate ke us paar se milta tha. Pachis paise mein garam, patla, mirchi se bhara ek samosa.
Recess ka wait hota tha.
Bell ke liye nahi.
Uske liye.
School gate locked rehta tha.
Bahaar se ek aadmi aata-sar pe tokri.
Koi board nahi. Koi awaaz nahi.
Bas aa jaata.
Aur phir sabko pata chal jaata.
"Pachis paise ka ek."
Coins pehle se haath mein ready.
Gate ke paas bheed lag jaati.
Woh grill ke through hi deta tha.
"Pehle coin andar jaata tha, phir grill ke us paar se garam samosa haath mein aa jaata tha."
Pehle coin andar.
Phir samosa bahar.
Seedha haath mein.
Kabhi kabhi haath touch bhi ho jaata.
Koi farak nahi.
Samosa chhota hota tha.
Patla. Bahut crispy.
Andar aloo kam, mirchi zyada.
Ek bite mein hi pata chal jaata.
Koi plate nahi hoti thi.
Kabhi kabhi newspaper ka chhota tukda mil jaata.
Kabhi seedha haath mein.
Chutney kabhi nahi.
Zaroorat bhi nahi.
Race hoti thi.
Bell bajne se pehle mil gaya toh theek.
Nahi toh next day.
Koi ek extra le leta toh sab dekhte.
"Ek aur le raha hai?"
But sabko pata hota-agar mila toh tu bhi leta.
Kha ke khatam hota jaldi.
Bahut jaldi.
Phir thodi der gate ke paas khade rehte.
Jaise kuch aur hone wala hai.
Bell bajti.
Sab bhaagte wapas.
Class mein.
Next period mein bhi taste rehta tha.
Thoda mirchi.
Thoda tel.
Pachis paise ka samosa tha.
But uske liye time pe pahunchna padta tha.
