Usi shaam library ke ek kone me ek ladka baitha tha।
Uska naam Arman tha।
Woh usually library me shaant baith kar books padhta tha।
Aaj bhi woh ek novel padh raha tha।
Tabhi uski nazar table par padi।
Wahan ek black diary rakhi thi।
Arman ne aas-paas dekha।
Library almost khaali ho chuki thi।
"Shayad koi bhool gaya hai," usne dheere se kaha।
Usne diary uthayi।
Diary ke cover par kuch bhi nahi likha tha।
Sirf ek chhota sa sticker tha।
Arman curious ho gaya।
Usne diary kholi।
Pehle page par likha tha:
"Letters I Never Sent."
Arman ne bhauen sikodi।
"Letters?"
Usne agla page palta।
Wahan likha tha:
"Dear Future…"
Arman dheere-dheere letter padhne laga।
"Kabhi kabhi mujhe lagta hai ki mere sapne bahut bade hain."
"Aur duniya bahut chhoti."
"Mujhe darr lagta hai ki log mujhe samajh nahi payenge."
Arman ruk gaya।
Usne phir se line padhi।
Usse mehsoos hua ki yeh letters bahut honest hain।
Jaise kisi ne apna dil khol kar likha ho।
Usne agla page palta।
Phir ek aur letter।
Phir ek aur।
Har letter me ek hi naam likha tha—
Aisha।
Arman ko achanak yaad aaya।
"Yeh toh wahi ladki hai jo aaj library me thi।"
Usne diary band kar di।
Uske dimaag me ek hi sawal tha।
"Kya main yeh diary wapas kar doon?"
Ya phir…
"Kya main aur letters padhun?"
Usne diary phir se kholi।
Ek letter par uski nazar ruk gayi।
Usme likha tha:
"Kabhi kabhi mujhe lagta hai ki meri kahani koi kabhi nahi padhega."
Arman dheere se muskura diya।
"Shayad tum galat ho, Aisha," usne dheere se kaha।
"Main tumhari kahani padh raha hoon।"
Us pal Arman ko bilkul nahi pata tha…
Ki yeh diary sirf letters ka collection nahi thi।
Yeh ek ladki ke sapno ki duniya thi।
Aur ab…
Woh bhi us duniya ka hissa banne wala tha।
To be continued…