"World War 3: Ek Hindustani Ki Aankhon Se – Day 2: Survival"
6:00 AM
Raat bhar humne neend nahi li.
Zameen kabhi kabhi kaamp jaati thi — jaise koi dur kahin aur blasts ho rahe ho.
Suraj nikalne ki koshish kar raha tha, lekin aasman mein suraj ka koi nishaan nahi tha —
sirf ek kala, dhundhla sa andhera.
7:30 AM
Pani ki tanki almost khali ho chuki thi.
Bijli gayi thi... aur wapas aane ka koi chance nahi tha.
Mobile phone dead the.
TV ek khali, silent screen dikha raha tha — jaise duniya khud hi mute ho gayi ho.
Main gali me nikla, dekha:
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Log balti aur bottles le kar handpumps aur borewells ke aas paas ikattha ho rahe the.
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Dukanen band thi.
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Banks aur ATMs ke shutter upar "CLOSED DUE TO EMERGENCY" ke paper chipke the.
10:00 AM
Ek afwaah chali:
"Aaj raat ko aur bade attack hone wale hain."
Log apne ghar ke neeche chhote bunkers banane lage — ya kam se kam mitti bhar bhar ke deeware majboot karne lage.
12:00 PM
Ek chhoti ladki (6-7 saal ki) humare paas ayi —
uske haath me ek tukda sukhayi hui roti thi.
Uski maa khud bhookhi thi, lekin bachchi ko khila rahi thi.
Mujhe laga,
yehi asli ladayi thi — guns aur missiles ki nahi, insaaniyat aur bhukh ki ladayi.
3:00 PM
Sheher ke aas paas ke khet jal rahe the.
Kisi ne kaha radiation ke wajah se — kuch ne kaha ke looter gangs ne aag lagayi.
Police kahin nazar nahi aa rahi thi.
Sirf army ke kuch rare vehicles dikhte the — fast aur bina kisi awaaz ke guzar jaate hue.
5:00 PM
Humne ghar me ration ka hisaab kiya:
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5 kilo chawal
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2 kilo aata
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1 packet namak
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2 bottle pani
Pata nahi kitne din chalana padega.
Aaj tak khana waste karne wale log bhi roti ke tukde ko aankhon me aasu lekar dekh rahe the.
8:00 PM
Andhera aate hi duniya aur zyada khaufnaak lagti thi.
Door se gunshots aur chhoti chhoti ladai ki awaazen sunai deti thi.
Bachche apne maa baap se chipak ke so rahe the — jaise koi sapna dekh rahe ho jisme jagne ka darr ho.
11:00 PM
Main chhat par jaakar aasman dekh raha tha.
Na taare, na chand — sirf ek kala smoke ka samundar.
Aur tab mujhe realization hua:
Duniya ki sabse badi ladaayi sirf bombs se nahi hoti —
insaan apne dar aur apni umeed ke beech lad raha hota hai.
Day 2 Ka End:
"Koi jeetne nahi ja raha tha — sab sirf bachaav kar rahe the.
World War 3 ka asli battlefield khud insaan ka dil tha."