1997 tha… woh zamaana jab hum Walkman pe Kuch Kuch Hota Hai ke gaane sunte the aur har gali mein cricket khelte the. Aur usi saal meri zindagi mein aayi ek ladki, Sandwich-kun.
Woh alag thi. Jab sab apne cool sneakers aur video games dikhate the, woh apni sandwiches banati thi. Aur believe me, uske sandwiches mein ek alag hi magic tha.
➤ PB&J sandwich = matlab “Main tumhare saath hoon.”
➤ Cheese sandwich = matlab “Smile karo, life mast hai.”
➤ Aur ek din jab main match haar gaya, usne mujhe ek tuna sandwich diya… aur uska taste tha hope.
Main cafeteria mein comics padhne ka drama karta tha, par asli wait toh uske liye hota tha. Jab woh andar aati, sunlight uske baalon pe girti, aur lagta jaise meri VHS tape pause ho gayi ho.
Ek din usne mujhe ek sandwich di, aur andar ek folded note tha:
“Tumhe cool hone ki zarurat nahi. Bas tum tum ho, wahi kaafi hai.”
Us din samajh aaya, Sandwich-kun sirf mujhe khana nahi khilati thi, woh mujhe pyaar sikha rahi thi.
90s mein na smartphones the, na DMs. Sirf payphone calls aur chhoti chhoti notes. Lekin uske sandwiches mere liye mixtape jaise the—har bite ek promise, har crust ek yaad.
Aur main? Main uska ladka tha jo har din ek nayi sandwich ke saath ek nayi love story likhta tha.
