No. 0010
Aakhri Phone Call
Papa har raat nau baje phone karte the, bina naaga. "Khaana khaya?", "gaadi sambhalkar chalana", yahi roz ki baatein hoti thin. Us raat bhi phone…
Woh Purani Diary
Saat saal ke rishte ke baad jab hum alag hue, to sabse mushkil kaam tha uski cheezon ko sametna. Ek purana dibba mila, jisme hamari har taareekh ki ticket, har janamdin ka card, ek poori diary jisme maine uske liye har ek khaas din likha tha.
Mahinon main us dibbe ko khol nahi payi. Phir ek raat, bahut himmat jutakar, maine use khola. Har panna padha, royi, hansi, phir royi. Subah hote-hote maine faisla kiya — main use jalaungi nahi, phenkungi bhi nahi. Bas ek unchi almari mein rakh doongi, jahan wo rahe, par meri rozmarra ki zindagi se door.
Letting go ka matlab ye nahi ki tum sab kuch bhool jao. Iska matlab hai ki tum us dard ko ek jagah dena seekho, jahan wo tumhe roz na tode. Aaj do saal baad, main phir se hansna seekh rahi hoon. Wo dibba ab bhi almari mein hai, par main jaanti hoon — ek din main use kholungi, aur sirf muskuraungi, dard nahi hoga.
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