Kuch mahine beet gaye the।
Life dheere-dheere normal ho rahi thi।
Aisha ab bhi roz library jaati thi।
Lekin ab woh sirf letters nahi likhti thi…
Woh apni story likh rahi thi।
Diary ke pages almost fill ho chuke the।
"Dear Future" se start hone wale letters…
aur "Dear Arman" wale letters…
Sab mil kar ek story ban gaye the।
Ek din library me baith kar Aisha ne last page complete kiya।
Usne pen rakh diya।
Aur diary ko slowly band kiya।
Usne khud se kaha—
"Finally… story complete ho gayi।"
Us moment Aisha ko Arman ki baat yaad aayi।
"Ek din jab tumhari book publish hogi… mujhe zaroor batana."
Aisha halka sa smile karne lagi।
Usne diary ke first page par title likha—
"Aisha's Unsent Letters."
Phir usne deep breath li।
Aur story ko online publish kar diya।
Kuch din tak Aisha thodi nervous thi।
Usse pata nahi tha ki log story ko pasand karenge ya nahi।
Lekin dheere-dheere readers aane lage।
Comments aane lage।
Kisi ne likha—
"This story feels very real."
Kisi ne likha—
"The letters are beautiful."
Aisha har comment padh kar smile karti thi।
Ek evening Aisha library me baithi hui thi।
Uska phone vibrate hua।
Ek unknown message aaya tha।
Aisha ne message open kiya।
Message me likha tha—
"Hi Aisha."
Aisha thodi confused ho gayi।
Phir next line padhi—
"I think I just read a story where I accidentally became a character."
Aisha ka heart suddenly fast beat karne laga।
Usne quickly next line padhi—
"Congratulations on your book."
"And… thanks for the letter."
Message ke end me naam likha tha—
Arman।
Aisha kuch seconds tak phone ko dekhti rahi।
Uske face par automatically smile aa gayi।
Usne window ke bahar dekha।
Sunset ho raha tha।
Bilkul us din ki tarah…
Jab Arman last time library se gaya tha।
Aisha ne phone uthaya।
Aur reply type kiya—
"Thank you."
"Aur haan… tum ab officially meri story ka main character ho."
Message send karne ke baad Aisha ne diary ko dekha।
Us diary ke pages me memories thi।
Letters the।
Aur ek story thi।
Aisha ko suddenly realize hua—
Kuch letters kabhi send nahi hote।
Lekin iska matlab yeh nahi hota ki woh kisi tak pahunchte nahi।
Kabhi kabhi…
Woh letters ek story ban kar duniya tak pahunch jaate hain।
Aur shayad…
Kahin na kahin woh us insaan tak bhi pahunch jaate hain
jiske liye woh likhe gaye the।
Aisha ne blue pen ko uthaya।
Aur diary ke last page par ek line likhi—
"The End… or maybe just the beginning."
Aur us moment Aisha ko pata tha—
Uski writer journey abhi start hui hai।