Hello… Namaste… Aadab… Sasriyakal…
Swagat hai aapka mere podcast Aakhri Nazar ke ek aur spine-chilling episode mein.
Main hoon aapki dost aur kahani sunane wali — aur aaj, hum chalenge Himachal ke un pahadon mein, jahan hawa ke saath sirf sardi nahi, balki ek awaaz bhi chalti hai… ek awaaz jo poochti hai —
“Kya tum mujhe dekh sakte ho?”
Himachal ke ek chhote se gaon ka naam tha Rohang. Ye gaon pahaadon ke beech ek sundar jaga thi — pine ke ped, thandi hawa, aur ek sukoon bhara mahal. Din mein sab kuch normal lagta tha, par jaise hi suraj pahaadon ke peeche chhup jata, gaon ki sadkon par sannata chha jata.
Gaon walon ka maanna tha ki shaam ke baad wahan kuch “aur” bhi rehta hai.
Log kehte the — raat ke samay hawa sirf sardi nahi laati, wo kisi ki awaaz bhi laati hai.
Aur wo awaaz kehti hai…
“Kya tum mujhe dekh sakte ho?”
Ek din ek tourist — Rohit — wahan aaya. Rohit ek travel vlogger tha, naye jagahon ki khoj karta, aur horror stories par hamesha hans deta tha.
Usne gaon ke ek purane cottage ko rent par liya. Local guide ne usse kaha,
“Sahab, shaam ke baad bahar mat nikalna. Yahan ajeeb awaazen aati hain.”
Rohit hans pada —
“Bhai, mai Dilli se hoon. Wahan traffic aur logon ki cheekh sun ke mujhe kuch nahi hota. Ye toh sirf hawa ki awaaz hogi.”
Guide ne chup chaap sir jhuka liya.
Rohit ne camera setup kiya aur decide kiya — aaj raat vlog banayega — “Ghost of Rohang”.
Raat ke 11 baj rahe the. Hawa dheere-dheere tez hone lagi. Pedon ke patton ka shor, aur purani khidkiyon ka “krr-krr” awaaz — sab kuch mil kar ek ajeeb sa background music bana raha tha.
Rohit ne apni camera on kiya, aur bola:
“So guys, abhi mai Himachal ke ek haunted gaon mein hoon. Dekhte hain kya sach mein yahan koi bhoot hai.”
Uske camera ka red light blink kar raha tha. Screen par kuch nahi — sirf andhera.
Aur tabhi… ek halki si awaaz aayi.
Bilkul dheemi… jaise kisi bachchi ki…
“Kya tum mujhe dekh sakte ho?”
Rohit ruka.
“Kya? Koi prank hai kya?”
Usne torch on ki, par kuch nahi tha. Sirf hawa aur pedon ke saaye.
Rohit ne socha — “camera record kar raha hai, kal video check kar lunga.”
Wo room ke andar gaya, aur bed par let gaya. Par neend kahaan aani thi?
Khidki ke bahar se hawa ke saath fir wo awaaz aayi —
“Kya tum mujhe dekh sakte ho…”
Is baar zyada paas se.
Rohit ne zor se khidki band ki, aur blanket ke andar chhup gaya.
Subah jab uthaa, camera band tha. Battery puri khatam.
Usne socha shayad light chali gayi hogi. Par jab wo bahar gaya…
Uske cottage ke paas mitti me kuch nishan the — chhoti chhoti pairon ke chaap.
Jaise kisi 7-8 saal ki bachchi ne raat me chal ke chhod diye ho.
Rohit ne gaon ke ek budhe aadmi, Baldev chacha, se pucha:
“Chacha, yahan koi bachchi rehti hai kya?”
Baldev chacha ne uske chehre ki taraf dekha aur kaha:
“Rehti thi beta… par ab nahi.”
Phir unhone ek purani kahani sunai.
“Kai saal pehle, ek ladki thi — Meera. Uske maa-baap yahan tea shop chalate the. Ek din toofan aya, aur unka ghar pahaad se gir gaya. Sab log mil gaye, par Meera ka koi pata nahi chala. Us din se jab bhi hawa tez chalti hai, log kehte hain ki Meera ki awaaz aati hai…”
“Kya tum mujhe dekh sakte ho?”
Rohit ka chehra safed pad gaya. Par curiosity ab bhi zinda thi.
Usne decide kiya — wo raat fir recording karega.
Raat hui.
12 baj chuke the.
Camera ready.
Rohit ne khidki ke paas mic rakha aur bola:
“Meera… agar tum yahan ho… toh mujhe awaaz do.”
5 second… kuch nahi.
10 second… sirf hawa.
Aur phir…
“Kya tum mujhe dekh sakte ho…”
Awaaz itni paas thi jaise koi uske kaan ke bilkul kareeb bol raha ho.
Rohit ne camera uthaya, light on ki
Aur screen par kuch white sa dikhai diya.
Jaise ek chhoti si figure, lambi chhoti chhoti baal hawa mein ud rahe ho.
Camera blink kar raha tha… aur fir screen black ho gayi.
Agli subah…
Cottage band tha.
Gaon ke logon ne dekha – darwaza andar se lock tha-
Jab police aayi aur tod ke andar gayi, Rohit ka camera table par pada tha, par usme koi video nahi thi. Sirf ek audio clip…
Aur usme ek awaaz…
“Ab tum mujhe dekh sakte ho…”
Tab se wo cottage waisa hi band pada hai.
Koi uske paas nahi jata.
Aur jab bhi hawa tez chalti hai, log kehte hain –
Aaj Meera kisi naye mehmaan ko bula rahi hai.
Kya tum… uski awaaz sun paoge?
Kya tum use dekh sakte ho?
Agar kabhi Himachal ke pahadon mein jao, aur hawa ke saath koi bachchi ki halki si awaaz sunai de…
Toh yaad rakhna…
Kuch kahaniyan sirf suni nahi jaati… mehsoos hoti hain.
Ye thi kahani “The Whisper in the Hills” sirf Aakhri Nazar par.
Agar aapko ye kahani pasand aayi ho, toh follow karo aur apne dost ke saath share karo.
Agli baar fir milte hain… ek nayi kahani ke saath.
Tab tak… hawa se bach kar rehna. 🌫️