Arman ke message ke baad Aisha ka dil kaafi der tak fast beat karta raha।
Usne phone ko dubara dekha।
Message sach me tha।
Yeh koi dream nahi tha।
Arman ne uski story read ki thi।
Aur usse message bhi kiya tha।
Aisha library ki window ke paas khadi thi।
Bahar sunset ho raha tha।
Orange light poori library me spread ho rahi thi।
Usne diary ko open kiya।
Us diary me bahut saare letters the।
Lekin aaj usse laga ki ek aur letter likhna chahiye।
Usne blue pen uthaya।
Aur new page par likha—
"Dear Arman…"
Aisha thodi der tak sochti rahi।
Phir usne likhna start kiya।
"Aaj tumhara message aaya."
"Sach bolu to mujhe laga nahi tha ki tum kabhi meri story padhoge."
"Lekin shayad stories ka yahi magic hota hai."
"Woh un logon tak pahunch jaati hain jinke liye woh likhi jaati hain."
Aisha likhte-likhte halka sa smile karne lagi।
Usne next line likhi—
"Tumne kaha tha ki writing mat chhodna."
"Aur maine tumhari baat seriously le li."
"Ab writing meri daily habit ban chuki hai."
Library me kuch students books read kar rahe the।
Lekin Aisha apni hi duniya me thi।
Usne diary me next lines likhi—
"Kabhi kabhi mujhe lagta hai ki agar tum library me nahi aate…"
"To shayad main kabhi writer banne ke baare me sochti bhi nahi."
"So… thank you."
Aisha ne pen ko thodi der ke liye table par rakh diya।
Usne phone uthaya।
Arman ka message ab bhi screen par open tha।
Usne ek aur message type kiya—
"By the way…"
"Main ab ek new story start karne wali hoon."
Message send karne ke baad Aisha wapas diary ki taraf mud gayi।
Usne last lines likhi—
"Shayad yeh last letter nahi hai."
"Shayad meri life me aur bhi stories aayengi."
"Aur shayad unme tum kabhi kabhi cameo appearance karoge."
Aisha hass padi।
Usne diary band kar di।
Us moment usse realize hua—
Life ek story ki tarah hi hoti hai।
Kuch characters thode time ke liye aate hain।
Kuch characters hamesha ke liye।
Lekin har character story ko interesting bana deta hai।
Aisha ne apna bag pack kiya।
Library se bahar nikalte waqt usne ek baar wapas mud kar andar dekha।
Wahi shelves…
wahi tables…
wahi silent atmosphere।
Lekin ab library usse empty nahi lagti thi।
Kyuki yahin se uski writer journey start hui thi।
Aur shayad yahin se bahut saari aur stories bhi start hongi।
Aisha ne sky ki taraf dekha।
Stars slowly appear ho rahe the।
Usne softly kaha—
"New story… coming soon."
Aur us moment Aisha ko pata tha—
Yeh sirf ek story ka end nahi tha।
Yeh ek writer ki beginning thi।