Aisha ko ab writing ki aadat ho chuki thi।
Pehle woh kabhi-kabhi letters likhti thi, lekin ab almost har din diary open ho jati thi।
Us shaam bhi Aisha library me apni usual seat par baithi thi।
Usne blue pen nikala aur diary kholi।
Page bilkul blank tha।
Blank page dekh kar Aisha ko hamesha thoda excitement feel hota tha।
Kyuki blank page ka matlab hota tha—
New story.
Usne slowly likha—
"Sometimes stories start from very small moments."
Phir usne library ke around dekha।
Ek ladka corner me padh raha tha।
Do girls quietly baat kar rahi thi।
Sab kuch simple tha।
Lekin Aisha ko pata tha ki stories isi simple life se banti hain।
Usne diary me next line likhi—
"Maybe every person here has a story."
Aisha halka sa smile karne lagi।
Shayad writer banne ka matlab hi yeh hota hai—
Har cheez me story dekhna।
Next morning Aisha school ja rahi thi jab uska phone vibrate hua।
Message Arman ka tha।
"Hey writer, new chapter kab aa raha hai?"
Aisha hass padi।
Usne reply kiya—
"Very soon."
Arman ne turant message kiya—
"Good. I'm waiting."
Aisha ko yeh simple message bhi special laga।
Kyuki ab uski story ka pehla reader Arman hi tha।
School ke baad Aisha seedha library chali gayi।
Usne diary open ki aur likha—
"Sometimes one reader is enough to keep writing."
Usne pen table par rakha।
Aur softly kaha—
"Thank you, Arman."
Us din Aisha ko ek interesting idea aaya।
Woh library me baithi thi jab usne notice kiya ki ek chhota boy comics read kar raha tha।
Woh itna focused tha ki usse aas-paas ki duniya ka pata hi nahi tha।
Aisha ne socha—
Stories people ko ek alag world me le jaati hain।
Usne diary me likha—
"Maybe that's the real magic of stories."
"They let people escape reality for a while."
Aisha ko suddenly feel hua ki writing sirf hobby nahi hai।
Yeh kuch powerful bhi hai।
Usne diary close ki aur decide kiya—
Ab woh aur bhi stories likhegi।
Us raat Aisha apne room me baithi thi।
Laptop screen par uski story open thi।
Readers ke comments dheere-dheere badh rahe the।
Aisha ko un comments ko read karna bahut achha lagta tha।
Ek comment me likha tha—
"Please never stop writing."
Aisha ne woh line dobara padhi।
Phir usne diary me likha—
"Maybe this is my dream now."
"To write stories that people remember."
Window ke bahar night sky bright tha।
Aisha ne deep breath li।
Aur softly kaha—
"Writer… sounds nice."
Next day Aisha library ke gate par ruk gayi।
Usne andar dekha।
Yahi jagah thi jahan sab start hua tha।
Letters…
Memories…
Aur ek story।
Aisha slowly andar chali gayi।
Usne apni usual chair par baith kar diary open ki।
Is baar usne "Dear Arman" nahi likha।
Usne likha—
"Chapter One – A New Story."
Aisha muskura di।
Kyuki ab woh sirf letters nahi likh rahi thi।
Ab woh stories create kar rahi thi।
Aur shayad…
Yeh story pehle wali se bhi zyada special hone wali thi।