Yeh koi mangadhant kahani nahi hai. Yeh “parampara” ki aad mein chhipe andhkaar aur maanviya naitikta ke patan ka ek nanga, akaatya dastavez hai. Yeh ek aisi stree ki gaatha hai, jiske masoomiyat ek thope hue bojh tale kuchal di gayi; jiske pavitr...

Yeh koi mangadhant kahani nahi hai. Yeh “parampara” ki aad mein chhipe andhkaar aur maanviya naitikta ke patan ka ek nanga, akaatya dastavez hai. Yeh ek aisi stree ki gaatha hai, jiske masoomiyat ek thope hue bojh tale kuchal di gayi; jiske pavitra vivaah-vachan baarah varsh ki mook ghrina ki bhent chadh gaye; aur jiska apna ghar hi uske liye atyachaar ka ek durg ban gaya. Niraksharta ki bediyon mein jakdi hone ke baavajood, “dhairya ki dhaal” ke sahaare usne gharelu kroorta ke us toofaan ka saamna kiya—jise na keval pati ki upeksha ne, balki ek anya stree ke teekhe aur soche-samjhe ahankaar ne bhi hawa di thi. Humne “kalpana ke motiyon” ko pare hataakar, keval us nange satya ko hi saamne rakha hai, jo haddiyon tak samaaya hua hai. Yeh pustak ek darpan hai. Agar yeh aapki apni duniya ke un aaraamdayak jhoothon ko chaknaachoor kar deti hai, to samajhiye ki isne apna uddeshya poora kar liya hai. Woh nirakshar thi, phir bhi usne apne sahas se itihaas ke pannon par sunehre aksharon mein apni gaatha likh di. Yahi uska satya hai.