माइतकाे धान

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जेठ महिनाका उदेक लाग्दा दिनहरू थिए । बारि सम्याउने क्रममा लागेका गाँउलेहरू वेला वेलामा काेदालाे टेकाएर अाकाशतिर हेर्ने गर्दथे, अनि कम्मरमा बादिएकाे पटुकाकाे एक छेउलाइ दुबै हातले समाएर अनुहार भरिकाे  पसिना पुछेर फेरि एकसुरले खन्न थाल्दथे ।  सबैजसाे गाँउलेहरू असारे धानकाे बेर्ना छर्ने तयारीमा लागेकाे प्रस्ट हुन्थ्याे । गाँउभरिकाे सबैभन्दा फुर्सदिलाे व्यक्ति म नै थिए भन्दा फरक पदैनथ्याे, मसगं न खन्नकालागी बारि थियाे नपाल्नकालागी परिवार नै । त्याे सबै मैले अतिथमा छाडेर अाएकाे थिए मेरा कल्पनाहरूकाे अध्याराेमा मेराे पहुच भन्दा टाढा ।

गाँउमा मजतिकाे  फुर्सदिलाे एक मात्र अर्काे व्यक्ति हुनुहुन्थ्याे बिर्खमान् दाइ। त्याे दिन म उहाँकाे घरपुग्दा नाम्लाेभरि धान राखेर पिडिमा बसि हुक्का तान्दै हुनुहुन्थ्याे । मैले पुग्ने वितिक्कै काैतुहल भएर बिर्खमान् दाइलाइ धान केका लागी हाे भनेर साेधे । बिर्खमान् दाइले अलि भावुक हुदै भन्नु भाे

गाैतमीलाइ विहे गरि अन्माएर याे घरमा ल्याउदाे दुइ अन्जुलि जति माइतकाे धान ल्याएकि थिइ । उनीले चार महिना जति त्याे पाेकाे शिरानमाथी नै राखिन्हाेला, जब त्याे वर्षकाे असार अायाे उस्ले त्याे धानकाे बेर्ना बनाएर घर पछाडीकाे बारिमा राेपेकि थिइन् । उनीलाइ कुनै कुराले दुखलाग्दा त्यहि बारिमा गएर बस्थिन् । माइतकाे धान राेपेकाेले हाेला उनीलाइ त्याँहा अामासंगै भएजस्ताे लाग्थ्याे रे ।  उनीले मलाइ छाडेर गएपछि पनी मैले त्याे एउटा बारिमा कहिले राेप्न छाडेकाे छैन । उनीलाइ अामासगै भएजस्ताे लाग्ने त्याे बारिमा मलाइ उनीसंगै भएजस्ताे लाग्छ ।  हावाकाे लहरले धानका बाेटहरू लहरिदा उनी हासे जस्ताे लाग्छ ।

मेरा अाखाहरू रसाइसकेका थिए, मसगं बिर्खमान् दाइलाइ सहानुभुति दिन न शब्द थिए न साहश नै । राती निदाउदा समेत एउटैकुरा मनमा थियाे
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हावाकाे लहरले धानका बाेटहरू लहरिदा हिडे जस्ताे लाग्नु पर्ने हासे जस्ताे किन लाग्छहाेला  बिर्खमान् दाइलाइ ।

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