Riya ki chhoti si notebook…
ab sirf notebook nahi rahi thi.
Woh uski diary, uska secret friend, aur uska dard ka sahara ban chuki thi.
Har page par kuch na kuch likha hota —
kabhi maa ke liye dua,
kabhi school ka stress,
kabhi future ka darr.
Ek din lunch break me Ananya (class ki topper) uske paas aayi.
Riya thodi nervous ho gayi.
Woh soch rahi thi shayad mazaak banega…
par Ananya ne kaha,
"Riya… kya main tumhari diary ka ek page padh sakti hoon?"
Riya ne pehle mana kiya,
par phir dheere se notebook de di.
Ananya ne padha… aur bas chup ho gayi.
Uski aankhen bhar aayi.
"Riya… tum itna sab face kar rahi ho… aur hum logon ko kabhi pata hi nahi chala."
Agli subah assembly me principal ne announcement kiya,
"School magazine ke liye hum is saal Riya ki real-life story publish kar rahe hain."
Riya ka naam poore school me goonj gaya.
Jo log pehle usse ignore karte the,
ab woh usse inspire hone lage.
Par Riya ke liye sabse important moment tab aaya…
jab hospital me maa ne dheere se kaha,
"Beta… mujhe tum par garv hai."
Riya ne pehli baar maa ke saamne ro diya.
Dard ke aansu nahi…
sukoon ke aansu.
Us raat diary ke last page par Riya ne likha:
"Shayad meri kahani kisi aur ko jeene ki himmat de de…
aur agar aisa hua,
to mera dard bekaar nahi gaya."