Mehendi hai Rachne wali-PrAja vivah bhent SS [Epi6-Pg19] - Page 6

Episode-3
When the sound of their payals died away, and she was alone in the room, Ajabdeh looked at the gift and gave a smile. Pratap had sent something for her, something especially for her, and he liked her gift, and he was missing her. Ajabdeh blushed at the last thought. She then proceeded to open the gift. Slowly and elegantly, keeping patient, she untied the strings of gold. She removed the red velvet to uncovered the gift. The small potli opened and inside, there were three things; a set of colorful and the most beautiful bangles, a small pouch made of red velvet cloth, and a scroll. Before examining anything, she picked up the scroll, the letter from Pratap. She unrolled it, eager to read what he had to say. Small and straight handwriting with the words in red ink, it read...
" Priy Ajabdeh,
        Aap kaisi hain? Aapka swasth to theek hai? Kahin aapne in dino koi upwas to nahi rakha hua? Yeh vivah ka vatavaran, itne saare log, in sab ke beech to ham apne pratidin ke kary bhi shanti poorvak nahi kar paa rahe hain, naa jaane aapke mahal me sab aapke saath kaisa bartaav kar rahe honge. Kintu aap chinta mat kijiye, kuch hi dino me, ham aapko vahan se le jaayenge, phir aap sada-sada ke liye, hamare  saath, Chittor me rahengi, theek? Ham aapko koi kami anubhav nahi hone denge, aapki har aavashyakta ka dhyan rakhenge, sach me... 
       Achcha, vo sab chodiye, hame aapka diya hua uphaar bahut pasand aaya. Keval hame hi nahi, hamari Rani maa aur Dajiraaj ko bhi. Chakrapani bata rahe the ki kaise aapne din-raat baithkar,Rajputane ke sabhi  yogy aur guni vidhwanoko ekatrit karke ve paanchal  banvaya. Aapka vo uphaar dekh kar to Daajiraj ne swayam hamare vivah ko sehmati de di. Ab to ve bhi yahi kehte hain, ki hame aapse behtar ardhangin, aur Mewar ko aapse adhik guni bahu, mil hi nahi sakti. Aur hamari Rani maa to aarambh se hi aapse prasann hain. Aap jaanti hain, jaise hi Dajiraaj ne hamare vivah ki ghoshna ki, usi kshan se hamari Rani maa itni utsahit ho gayi hain hamare vivah ko lekar, ek kshan ka bhi vishram nahi kiya hai unhone, kintu thakaan ki ek lakeer bhi nahi dikh rahi unke chehre par. Jab bhi unhe vishram karne ko kehte hain, ve kehti hain, Arre Pratap! Abhi kitni taiyaariyan baaki hain aapke vivah ki! Mewar ka gaurav, Mewar ka saubhagy, aapki patni, hamari bahu, Ajabdeh, ve aane vali hain yahan, ham vishram kaise kar sakte hain?' Sach keh rahe hain Ajabdeh, hamne apni Rani maa ko aaj tak itna prasann nahi dekha. Aur unki is prasannta ka shrey jaata hai aapko. Hamari Manjhli maa bhi hamari Rani maa ke bhanti ullaas se bhari hain. Kintu hamari Choti maa ka swasth achanak hi bigad gaya hai, isliye ve apne maike chali gayi. Kintu haan, hamari nayi Choti maa unki kami hame anubhav hi nahi karne de rahi hain. Sampurn mahal, hamare sabhi behen-bhai, hamare vivah ki taiyaariyon me jute hue hain. Kintu is sabke beech, ham to bas aaphi ki kami anubhav kar rahe hain...
       Achcha, vo sab chodiye, vo...ye ek chota sa uphaar hai aapke liye. Vo chudiyan..." 
Ajabdeh diverted her eyes from the letter to the set of bangles. She picked them up with her left hand, the letter in her right hand. It was the most beautiful and colorful set of bangles she had ever seen in her life. Crystal glass bangles with intricate work and minute jewels inlayed, they sparkled in light, giving out an array of colorful light, just like a rainbow. She examined the bangles for some seconds, and then went back to reading the letter,
"...Ajabdeh, aapko yaad hai, vo haat mela, jahan aap aur ham saadharan nagrikon ke vesh me the? Jahan aapne hame dekha tha? Ye chudiyan hamne vahi pasand ki thi,apni Rani maa ke liye. Kitnu hamari Rani maa inhe swikar nahi kar rahi hain. Na jaane kaisi paheliyan bhuja rahi hain ve! Kehti hain ki Itni khoobsurat chudiyan to ek kanya ke haathon ko sajane ke liye bani hain.Hamara kya hai, hamari to umr beet chuki hai...Aap ek kaam kijiye Pratap, ye chudiyan unhe hi de dijiyega, theek?' Hame lagta hai, ki unka sanket aapki ore hai Ajabdeh. Us haat ke mele me ye sarvashreshth chudiyan thi. Ajabdeh, ham chahte hain ki aap inhe apne paas rakhen. Aasha karte hain ki aapko ye pasand aayengi. 
        Aur vo jo choti si potli hai na Ajabdeh, usme ek mala hai, jisme hamne Radha-Krishn ke chitr banvaye hain. Ham jaante hain, ki aap Shri Krishn me bahut aastha rakhti hain, unse apne sab sukh-dukh baanti hain. Jab bhi aap apne Kanha ji ki murti se door hongi, tab ye mala us murti ki jagah aapko Kanha ji ke hone ka anubhav karvayegi. Aur unke saath Radha ji bhi hain. Ve aapko kabhi akela anubhav nahi karne denge. Jaise aapki Shivji wali mala hame har sankat se bacha rahi hai, usi prakar ye mala aapko sadev atmbal aur manobal deti rahegi..."
Ajabdeh kept the letter on the bed for a while, only to open the small red velvet pouch. With her left hand, she held the pouch lightly and with the fingers of her right hand, she carefully pulled out its contents. There it was, a thin, elegant and beautiful chain of gold. Hanging from its end was a small golden locket. Ajabdeh replaced the empty pouch with the bangles and kept the locket on her palm. She carefully opened the locket. As described by Pratap, inside it she saw a tiny portrait of Radha-Krishan, with Kanha ji playing the flute and looking at his right shoulder, where Radha ji had kept her chin and was lovingly looking at her beloved Krishna. It was engraved skillfully with precision in the gold. It was perfect. Really beautiful. And holy too. She smiled. She touched the locket to her eyes in devotion, closed it, and kept it on the red velvet cloth, and picked up the letter again,
     "...Ajabdeh, ye to matr aarambh hai. Ham aise hi aapke jeevan ko khushiyon ki bhenton se bhar denge Ajabdeh. Aap bas Chittor aa jaaiye. Kuch hi dino me hamara vivah hone jaa raha hai. Ham sach me bahut adhik prasann hain. Satya kahen, to ham aapse milne ke liye bahut utsuk hain. Ham pratiksha kar rahe hain...

                                                                                                                                             Pratap  "