Phool Se Varmala Tak

Aaj maine varmala bante hue dekhi. Use dekhte waqt mere mann mein ek chhota sa khayal aaya. Varmala banne se pehle woh sirf phool hote hain — rang-birange, khushboo se bhare hue aur apni khoobsurti se har kisi ka dil khush kar dene wale phool. Mujhe phool hamesha se pasand rahe hain. Pata nahi kyun, lekin khile hue phoolon ko dekhkar chehre par ek muskaan apne aap aa jaati hai. Shayad isliye kyunki phool bina kuch kahe bhi khushi baant dete hain. Lekin aaj phoolon ko dekhte hue mujhe laga ki unki kahani sirf khilne tak hi seemit nahi hoti. Wahi phool jab ek dhaage mein piroye jaate hain, to ek mala ban jaate hain. Aur wahi mala jab shaadi mein dulha aur dulhan ek-doosre ko pehnate hain, to woh varmala kehlati hai. Varmala ko dekhte hue mujhe laga ki zindagi mein bhi kuch rishte phoolon ki tarah hote hain. Pehle woh alag-alag hote hain, apni-apni duniya mein khilte hain. Phir ek din koi aisa pal aata hai jo unhe ek hi dhaage mein piro deta hai. Shayad isi liye varmala sirf phoolon ki mala nahi hoti. Usmein do logon ki umeedein, naye sapne aur ek saath chalne ka vaada bhi chhupa hota hai. Jab do log ek-doosre ko varmala pehnate hain, tab sirf phoolon ka adan-pradan nahi hota, balki do zindagiyan ek naye safar ki shuruaat karti hain. Aaj phoolon ko varmala bante dekhkar mujhe laga ki har cheez ka apna ek safar hota hai. Phool se mala… Aur mala se varmala… Safar chhota zaroor hota hai, lekin uska matlab bahut gehra hota hai. Shayad khoobsurti sirf khilne mein nahi, balki kisi khaas maksad se jud jaane mein bhi hoti hai. Aur shayad isi liye kuch phool sirf khushboo nahi, balki yaadein, ehsaas aur rishte bhi saath lekar aate hain. 🌸✨ — Pages Of Me 🌿