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Update 22


Saturday ki subah Bengaluru mein halki dhoop ke saath shuru hui.
Flat 303 mein alarm bajne ki zaroorat nahi thi. Reyansh ki aankhein khud khul gayi thi, lekin uthne ka mann abhi bhi nahi tha.
Usne side table par rakha phone uthaya.
9:16 AM
Reyansh: "Wah. Aaj toh zindagi mein pehli baar bina alarm ke utha hoon."
Do second baad usne takiye par sar rakh diya.
Reyansh: "Ab uthne ka kya fayda? Subah toh nikal hi gayi."
Phone par Arshad ka message aaya.
Arshad: Zinda hai ya weekend ke naam par coma mein chala gaya?
Reyansh ne aankhein sikodkar reply kiya.
Reyansh: Zinda hoon. Teri tarah doosron ki zindagi mein dakhal dene ka kaam nahi karta.
Arshad: Achha. Toh aaj mil raha hai?
Reyansh: Kyun?
Arshad: Kuch kaam hai.
Reyansh: Paise chahiye toh seedha bol.
Arshad: Tujhse paise maangne se achha main apni kidney bech doon.
Reyansh: Buyer milna bhi toh chahiye.
Arshad ne message ka jawab nahi diya.
Reyansh muskura diya.
Usne phone side mein rakha aur aakhirkaar bistar chhod diya.
Bathroom se nikalne ke baad woh T-shirt aur shorts mein kitchen ke paas aaya. Shalu kuch der mein aane wali thi, isliye usne fridge se paani nikala aur living room ke parde hata diye.
Tabhi doorbell baj gayi.
Reyansh ne darwaza khola.
Saamne Shalu thi. Ek haath mein bag, doosre mein notebook.
Reyansh ne notebook dekhi.
"Madam, aaj college yahin lagega?"
Shalu ne andar aate hue kaha, "Nahi. Aaj bas ek form bharna hai."
"Kiska form?"
"Course ka."
Reyansh ka expression thoda badla.
"Achha! Toh madam ne admission lene ka pakka kar liya?"
Shalu ne bag sofa ke paas rakha.
"Abhi pakka nahi kiya. Pehle fees aur timing dekhni hai."
"Bilkul. Sirf video dekhkar kisi course mein paise nahi daalne chahiye. Pehle check karna ki course kya sikha raha hai, certificate milta hai ya nahi, aur classes ka time tere kaam ke saath manage ho sakta hai ya nahi."
Shalu ne notebook kholi.
"Maine teen course likhe hain. Ek mein computer sikhate hain, doosre mein English aur communication, teesre mein office ka kaam."
Reyansh ne notebook ki taraf dekha.
"Teesra wala kya hai?"
"Usmein email likhna, documents banana aur basic computer ka kaam sikhate hain."
Reyansh ne sir hilaya.
"Achha hai. Lekin pehle apna goal decide kar. Tujhe kis tarah ka kaam karna hai? Sirf certificate lene ke liye course karegi toh kuch din baad bore ho jayegi."
Shalu kuch sochne lagi.
"Abhi toh mujhe itna pata hai ki main aage chal kar sirf gharon mein kaam nahi karna chahti."
Usne yeh baat dheere se kahi, lekin usmein pehli baar jhijhak se zyada yakeen tha.
Reyansh ne uski taraf dekha.
"Toh theek hai. Abhi tujhe apni poori zindagi ka plan banane ki zaroorat nahi. Bas agla kadam sahi chunna hai."
Shalu ke chehre par halki si muskurahat aayi.
"Ek baat poochhun?"
"Pooch."
"Aapko kabhi aisa lagta hai ki aap jo kar rahe hain, usse zyada kuch kar sakte the?"
Reyansh kuch pal chup raha.
Phir sofa par baithte hue bola, "Lagta hai. Kabhi-kabhi lagta hai ki kuch aur kar sakta tha. Kabhi lagta hai ki jo kar raha hoon, woh bhi theek hai. Har sawaal ka jawab turant milna zaroori nahi."
Shalu ne uski baat notebook mein nahi likhi, bas yaad rakhne ki koshish ki.
Reyansh ne mahaul halka kar diya.
"Waise, itni serious baatein subah-subah? Chai bana de. Dimaag par load pad gaya."
Shalu hans padi.
"Aapka dimaag chai ke bina chalta hi nahi."
"Bilkul. Main ek highly chai-dependent professional hoon."
"Iska bhi certificate banwa doon?"
"Banwa de. Naam likhna: Reyansh , Senior Manager of Chai."
Dono hans pade.
Subah apni raftaar se aage badh gayi.
Lekin Shalu ki notebook mein likhe teen courses ab sirf teen naam nahi the. Unmein uske liye teen alag raaste chhupe the.
Aur pehli baar, woh un raaston ko sach mein dekh rahi thi.


Dopahar ke kareeb Arshad apne office mein baitha laptop ki screen ghoor raha tha.
Uske saamne ek naya advertising campaign tha. Client ko apne naye product ke liye aisa tagline chahiye tha jo chhota ho, yaad rahe aur logon ko turant pasand aaye.
Arshad ne screen par likha:
Simple choice. Better life.
Do second baad delete kar diya.
Phir likha:
Life, made easy.
Phir delete.
Usne kursi par peeth tika di.
Arshad: "Client ko tagline chahiye ya meri aatma ka antim sanskar?"
Bagal wali desk se Kabir bola, "Bhai, client ne sirf tagline maangi hai. Tu har baar apni zindagi ko beech mein kyun le aata hai?"
Arshad: "Kyuki meri zindagi hi ek aisa campaign hai jiska target audience mujhe khud nahi pata."
Kabir hans pada.
Tabhi Arshad ke phone par Sakshi ka message aaya.
Sakshi: Aaj shaam free ho?
Arshad: Tere liye? Hamesha.
Sakshi: Achha? Kal toh keh raha tha ki weekend par kaam hai.
Arshad: Kaam bhi tere liye hi karta hoon. Ek din shaadi hogi toh ghar ka budget kaun banayega?
Sakshi: Pehle shaadi ka naam sunte hi tumhara processor hang hona band ho, phir budget banana.
Arshad kuch der message dekhta raha.
Pichhle kuch hafton mein unke beech ek badlav aaya tha. Badi-badi baatein karne se zyada woh chhoti-chhoti cheezon par sach bolne lage the.
Sakshi apne course aur career ko lekar serious thi. Arshad bhi uski baaton ko pehle ki tarah mazaak mein udaane ke bajaye dhyaan se sunne laga tha.
Lekin unka rishta abhi bhi ek sawaal ke saamne khada tha.
Unhe saath rehna tha, magar saath rehne ke liye sirf chahna kaafi nahi hota.
Arshad: Haan, free hoon. Bata, kya plan hai?
Sakshi: Mujhe ek workshop ke baare mein pata chala hai. Mere course se related hai. Sunday ko session hai.
Arshad: Toh jaa na.
Sakshi: Jaane ka hi plan hai. Bas socha tumhe bata doon.
Arshad ne message dobara padha.
Pehle shayad woh poochhta ki uske saath kaun ja raha hai, kitne baje lautegi, ya phir koi aisa mazaak karta jisse baat doosri taraf chali jaati.
Is baar usne bas likha:
Arshad: Achha hai. Jaakar dekhna. Pasand aaye toh aage continue karna.
Kuch seconds baad Sakshi ka reply aaya.
Sakshi: Thank you for not making it a big deal.
Arshad ne screen ko dekha.
Phir usne likha:
Arshad: Teri life hai, Sakshi. Har decision par meri permission ki zaroorat nahi.
Sakshi ka reply aaya:
Sakshi: Permission nahi chahiye. Bas kabhi-kabhi tumhara saath chahiye hota hai.
Arshad ki ungliyaan keyboard par ruk gayin.
Usne is baar koi joke nahi maara.
Arshad: Woh dena seekh raha hoon.
Sakshi ne ek simple sa heart bhej diya.
Arshad ne phone rakh diya.
Uske chehre par muskurahat thi, lekin is baar us muskurahat mein sirf girlfriend ka message padhne wali khushi nahi thi.
Usse ehsaas ho raha tha ki rishta sambhalna hamesha bade vaade karne ka naam nahi hota.
Kabhi-kabhi saamne wale ko apni zindagi jeene ki jagah dena bhi saath hone ka hissa hota hai.


Shaam ke chaar baje Jheel apne living room mein baithi thi.
Table par uska course workbook, notebook aur ek glass paani rakha tha. Laptop par agle session ki details khuli hui thi.
Usne notebook mein likha:
My name is Jheel. I want to improve my communication skills.
Phir usne line ko dekha.
"Improve my communication skills..."
Woh dheere se dohrane lagi.
"My name is Jheel. I want to improve my communication skills because..."
Aage aakar woh ruk gayi.
Kyun?
Wajah toh use pata thi, lekin English mein apni baat poori tarah kehna abhi aasaan nahi tha.
Usne dobara koshish ki.
"Because I want to become... independent."
Sentence poora karte hi uske chehre par chhoti si khushi aayi.
Phir usne phone uthaya.
Reyansh ko message likha.
Jheel: Aaj practice karte waqt ek sentence khud se poora kiya.
Reyansh ka reply kuch hi der mein aa gaya.
Reyansh: Congratulations. Ab certificate ki photocopy mujhe bhej dena.
Jheel muskura di.
Jheel: Abhi ek sentence bola hai, poora course nahi kiya.
Reyansh: Mujhe toh laga appointment letter bhi aa gaya.
Jheel: Aap mazaak bahut karte hain.
Reyansh: Aur tum progress report bahut achhi deti ho.
Jheel ne phone table par rakh diya.
Woh apne aap se muskura rahi thi ki tabhi uski nazar laptop ki screen par chali gayi.
Workshop ke registration form mein ek sawaal tha:
What do you expect to learn from this course?
Jheel ne kuch likha, phir mita diya.
Dobara likha.
Phir mita diya.
Use apna jawab English mein sahi banana tha, lekin usse bhi zyada woh yeh chahti thi ki uska jawab uski apni soch ko sahi tarah bayan kare.
Usne notebook kholi aur Hindi mein likhna shuru kiya:
Mujhe apni baat bina dare kehna seekhna hai.
Main naye logon se baat karna chahti hoon.
Main apne decisions khud lene layak banna chahti hoon.
Kuch der woh un teen lines ko dekhti rahi.
Phir usne pehli line ka English version likhne ki koshish ki.
I want to speak without fear.
Is baar usne sentence ko kaata nahi.
Bas uske neeche ek chhota sa nishaan bana diya.
Uske liye woh sahi jawab tha.
Shaam kareeb chhe baje Jheel kachra phenkne ke liye bahar nikli toh corridor mein Reyansh mil gaya.
Woh office se lautkar apne flat ki taraf ja raha tha. Aaj usne dark blue shirt ki sleeves kohni tak mod rakhi thi aur ek haath mein laptop bag tha.
Jheel ko dekhkar ruk gaya.
"Madam, aaj ki report?"
Jheel ne muskurakar kaha, "Aaj ek naya sentence seekha."
"Kaunsa?"
"I want to speak without fear."
Reyansh ki muskurahat halki si badli.
Usne sentence ko dohraya.
"Good."
"Bas good?"
"Bahut good bolunga toh tum agle hafte speech dene lagogi."
Jheel hans padi.
"Main serious hoon."
"Main bhi."
Kuch pal dono corridor mein khade rahe.
Phir Reyansh ne poochha, "Waise, tumne yeh kyun likha?"
Jheel ne turant jawab nahi diya.
"Kyuki mujhe kabhi-kabhi lagta hai ki mujhe apni baat kehne se pehle bahut sochna padta hai. Galat bol diya toh? Koi hans diya toh? Koi samajh nahi paaya toh?"
Reyansh ne dhyaan se suna.
Jheel ne baat jaari rakhi.
"Main jaanti hoon ki galti karungi. Lekin main har baar galti se bachne ki koshish karungi toh seekhungi kaise?"
Reyansh ne halka sa sir jhukaya.
"Yeh baat toh kaafi samajhdaar hai."
Jheel ne aankhein sikodi.
"Matlab baaki baatein samajhdaar nahi hoti?"
"Main aisa kuch keh raha hoon?"
"Aapka chehra keh raha hai."
"Achha, toh ab tum chehre bhi padhne lagi?"
"Thoda-thoda."
Reyansh hans diya.
"Phir toh sambhal kar rehna padega."
Jheel bhi hans padi.
Lekin jaane se pehle usne ek baat aur kahi.
"Reyansh?"
"Hmm?"
"Thank you."
"Kisliye?"
"Har baar meri baat sunne ke liye. Aap mujhe aise feel nahi karate ki mujhe kuch nahi aata."
Reyansh kuch pal use dekhta raha.
Phir usne aaram se kaha, "Jheel, kisi ko kuch nahi aata, isliye toh woh seekhta hai. Aur tujhe sab kuch aana bhi nahi chahiye."
Jheel ke chehre par ek shaant si muskurahat aayi.
"Good night."

"Abhi toh shaam hai."
"Toh good evening."
"Ab sahi hai."
Jheel apne flat mein chali gayi.
Reyansh kuch seconds corridor mein khada raha, phir apne ghar ki taraf badh gaya.
Uske liye yeh ek chhoti si baat thi.
Jheel ke liye shayad nahi.
Kabhi-kabhi kisi ka saath humein badal nahi deta. Bas humein apne andar chhupe us insaan ko saamne laane ki himmat deta hai, jise hum khud bhi theek se nahi jaante.


Sunday ki subah Reyansh ke ghar mein aaram se shuru hui.
Shalu apna kaam nipta kar jaane wali thi, jab usne dekha ki Reyansh dining table par baitha phone par kuch padh raha hai.
"Sir, nashta table par rakh diya hai."
Reyansh ne phone se nazar uthayi.
"Thanks, Shalu."
Shalu apna bag uthane lagi, phir kuch yaad aaya.
"Sir, woh computer wale course ki fees maine check ki. Abhi toh thodi zyada hai."
"Achha. Doosre options dekhe?"
"Haan. Ek jagah weekend classes hain. Main agle hafte jaakar poochhungi."
Reyansh ne sir hilaya.
"Theek hai. Pehle saari details samajh lena."
Shalu ne haan mein sir hilaya aur darwaze ki taraf badh gayi.
Jaane se pehle woh palti.
"Sir, aapko lagta hai main kar paungi?"
Reyansh ne uski taraf dekha.
"Seekhne ke liye pehle se aana zaroori nahi hota, Shalu. Bas seekhne ke liye waqt nikalna aur mushkil aane par lage rehna zaroori hota hai."
Shalu ne halki si muskurahat ke saath kaha, "Theek hai, sir."
Woh chali gayi.
Reyansh ne nashta kiya, phir apni behen Shivani ka call receive kiya.
"Good morning, chhote."
"Good morning, didi."
"Uth gaya ya abhi bhi weekend ke saath emotional attachment chal rahi hai?"
Reyansh hans diya.
"Aapko kisne bataya ki main late uthta hoon?"
"Teri awaaz bata rahi hai. Aur mujhe yaad hai bachpan mein Sunday ko tujhe bistar se nikaalne ke liye kitni mehnat karni padti thi."
"Woh bachpan tha."
"Ab kya badal gaya?"
"Ab main khud uth jaata hoon."
"Kitne baje?"
Reyansh ne phone se nazar hata kar ghadi dekhi.
"Is sawaal ka jawab dena zaroori hai?"
Shivani hans padi.
Dono kuch der idhar-udhar ki baatein karte rahe. Phir Shivani ne apne ghar ke kuch kaam bataye aur poochha ki Reyansh agle weekend milne aa sakta hai ya nahi.
Reyansh ne kaha ki woh apna schedule dekhkar bata dega.
Call khatam hone ke baad woh balcony mein aa gaya.
Neeche sadak par log apne-apne Sunday mein busy the. Koi family ke saath bahar ja raha tha, koi grocery bags lekar laut raha tha, aur kuch bachche society ke entrance ke paas cycle chala rahe the.
Reyansh railing ke paas khada raha.
Uski zindagi mein aise pal pehle bhi aate the. Jab koi khaas pareshani nahi hoti thi, phir bhi mann mein ek ajeeb sa khaali-pan reh jaata tha.
Usne phone uthaya.
Arshad ka message tha.
Arshad: Aaj shaam mil. Ek jagah chalna hai.
Reyansh: Jagah ka naam?
Arshad: Surprise.
Reyansh: Pichhli baar bhi surprise bolkar mujhe teri agency ke client ki birthday party mein le gaya tha.
Arshad: Woh professional networking thi.
Reyansh: Wahan bachche cake kha rahe the.
Arshad: Future clients the.
Reyansh hans diya.
Reyansh: Theek hai. Time bhej.
Phone pocket mein rakhkar woh andar aa gaya.
Usse nahi pata tha ki shaam ka plan kya tha.
Aur sach kahen toh is baar usne poochhne ki zyada koshish bhi nahi ki.
Kabhi-kabhi bina plan jaane kahin nikal jaana bhi achha lagta hai.


Shaam saat baje Arshad ki gaadi Reyansh ke apartment ke bahar ruki.
Reyansh passenger seat par baitha aur seat belt laga li.
"Ab bata bhi de, kahan le ja raha hai?"
Arshad ne gaadi aage badhai.
"Ek dost ne naya creative space khola hai. Aaj wahan chhota sa get-together hai."
"Creative space?"
"Haan. Artists, photographers, writers, designers. Alag-alag log aayenge."
Reyansh ne uski taraf dekha.
"Tu mujhe wahan kyun le ja raha hai?"
"Kyuki tu ghar par baithkar Netflix dekhne wala tha."
"Main Netflix nahi dekhta."
"Achha, toh TV par YouTube kholkar wahi teen interviews dekhta hai?"
Reyansh ne uske kandhe par halka sa mukka maara.
"Gaadi chala."
Arshad hans pada.
Kuch der baad woh ek purani commercial building ke bahar pahunche. Building ka ground floor ek naye studio mein badla gaya tha. Bahar simple sa board laga tha:
THE COMMON ROOM Art. Ideas. People.
Andar warm lights thi, deewaron par photographs aur paintings lagi hui thi. Ek taraf chhota sa stage tha, doosri taraf coffee counter. Kuch log baat kar rahe the, kuch apni artwork ke paas khade the.
Reyansh ne aas-paas dekha.
"Achha hai."
Arshad ne use dekha.
"Bas? Itni tareef?"
"Main har jagah jaakar tere jaise speech nahi deta."
"Tu emotional ho gaya hai, mujhe pata hai."
"Chup."
Dono andar chale gaye.
Arshad ne apne dost se Reyansh ka introduction karaya. Kuch logon se milne ke baad woh coffee counter ki taraf badhe.
Wahan ek table par kuch brochures rakhe the. Reyansh ki nazar ek poster par padi.
OPEN CALL: REAL STORIES, REAL PEOPLE
Neeche likha tha ki studio ek nayi audio-visual series ke liye aam logon ki zindagi se judi kahaniyan collect kar raha tha. Series ka focus tha rozmarra ke faisle, badlav, relationships aur woh chhote pal jo kisi ki zindagi ka rukh badal dete hain.
Reyansh ne poster padhkar Arshad ki taraf dekha.
"Yeh kya hai?"
Arshad ne coffee ka cup uthaya.
"Ek independent project hai. Mere dost ke dost ka. Log apni kahaniyan share karenge, phir team unmein se kuch ko audio ya short-film format mein develop karegi."
"Matlab log apni personal life lekar camera ke saamne baithenge?"
"Zaroori nahi. Koi apni identity private rakh sakta hai. Koi sirf voice recording de sakta hai. Sab consent aur comfort par depend karta hai."
Reyansh ne poster dobara dekha.
Usse idea bura nahi laga.
Lekin uske liye apni zindagi ko kahani banakar kisi ke saamne rakhna aasaan baat bhi nahi thi.
Arshad ne uska chehra dekha.
"Kya soch raha hai?"
"Kuch nahi. Bas interesting idea hai."
"Toh form bhar de."
"Main?"
"Nahi, main. Tujhe toh bas poster padhna hai."
Reyansh hans diya.
"Main apni kahani dene nahi aaya."
Arshad ne kandhe uchkaye.
"Theek hai. Kisi ne zabardasti nahi ki."
Dono aage badh gaye.
Thodi der baad studio ke host ne sabko chhote stage ke paas bulaya. Usne project ke baare mein bataya aur kaha ki jo log apni kahani share karna chahte hain, woh registration desk par ja sakte hain.
Reyansh crowd ke peeche khada sunta raha.
Kisi ne apni naukri chhodkar naya business shuru karne ki baat ki.
Ek ladki ne apne shehar se doosre shehar aakar padhai karne ka experience share kiya.
Ek buzurg aadmi ne bataya ki retirement ke baad unhone photography seekhna shuru kiya.
Kahaniyan alag thi.
Kisi mein khushi thi, kisi mein darr, kisi mein pachtawa, aur kisi mein bas ek nayi shuruaat.
Reyansh ko ek baat mehsoos hui.
Log apni zindagi mein aage badhte rehte hain, chahe unke paas har sawaal ka jawab ho ya nahi.
Kuch log apni kahani sunakar halka mehsoos karte hain.
Kuch use apne andar rakhna pasand karte hain.
Dono hi tareeke apne-apne hain.
"Chalein?" Arshad ne poochha.
Reyansh ne sir hilaya.
Dono exit ki taraf badhe.
Darwaze ke paas registration desk tha. Reyansh ki nazar wahan rakhe ek khaali form par padi.
Woh ek pal ke liye ruka.
Arshad aage nikal gaya, phir palatkar use dekha.
"Kya hua?"


Reyansh ne form se nazar hata li.
"Kuch nahi. Aa raha hoon."
Woh Arshad ke saath bahar aa gaya.
Lekin gaadi mein baithne ke baad bhi uske dimaag mein woh poster ghoom raha tha.
Real Stories, Real People.
Use apni kahani duniya ko sunane ki koi ichha nahi thi.
Kam se kam abhi toh nahi.
Phir bhi, pehli baar usne socha ki har kahani ka matlab yeh nahi hota ki use kisi ko sunana hi pade.
Kabhi-kabhi bas apne aap ko samajhna bhi kaafi hota hai.


Raat kareeb das baje Reyansh apne flat mein laut aaya.
Usne phone charging par lagaya, shirt badli aur living room mein baith gaya.
Kuch der TV chalta raha, lekin uska dhyaan screen par nahi tha.
Phir phone vibrate hua.
Jheel ka message tha.
Jheel: Aaj registration form submit kar diya.
Reyansh ke chehre par muskurahat aa gayi.
Reyansh: Wah! Congratulations, madam.
Jheel: Abhi sirf registration hua hai. Course shuru bhi nahi hua.
Reyansh: Tumhare liye har achievement ke saath disclaimer zaroori hai kya?
Jheel: Mujhe bas sach bolna pasand hai.
Reyansh ne message padha aur reply kiya.
Reyansh: Achhi aadat hai. Isse chhodna mat.
Jheel ne kuch der baad likha:
Jheel: Aaj form bharte waqt thoda darr lag raha tha. Phir socha, agar ab nahi kiya toh baad mein bhi bas sochti rahungi.
Reyansh ne phone haath mein pakde-pakde uska message padha.
Usne likha:
Reyansh: Kabhi-kabhi pehla kadam lene ke baad hi pata chalta hai ki raasta kaisa hai.
Jheel: Aapko bhi kabhi aisa laga hai?
Reyansh ki ungliyaan keyboard par ruk gayin.
Uske dimaag mein studio ka poster aaya.
Real Stories, Real People.
Phir usne jawab likha.
Reyansh: Haan. Kaafi baar.
Jheel: Phir aapne kya kiya?
Reyansh ne kuch pal socha.
Reyansh: Kabhi aage badh gaya. Kabhi ruk gaya. Kabhi galat decision bhi liya. Insaan seekhta rehta hai.
Jheel ka reply aaya.
Jheel: Aapki baatein kabhi-kabhi kaafi serious ho jaati hain.
Reyansh muskura diya.
Reyansh: Aur tum kabhi-kabhi bahut zyada sawaal poochhne lagti ho.
Jheel: Toh main kal se sawaal nahi poochhungi.
Reyansh: Itni badi saza mat do. Main mazaak kar raha tha.
Jheel ne hansne wala emoji bheja.
Phir uska aakhri message aaya.
Jheel: Good night, Reyansh. Kal se nayi practice.
Reyansh: Good night, Jheel. Kal se naya sentence.
Phone screen dheere-dheere dark ho gayi.
Reyansh ne use table par rakh diya.
Uske chehre par halki si muskurahat thi.
Pados ke flat mein Jheel apni notebook band kar rahi thi. Usne registration confirmation ka screenshot save kiya aur use apne course wale folder mein rakh diya.
Do alag flats.
Do alag zindagiyan.
Ek taraf ek aadmi, jo apni zindagi ko dobara samajhne ki koshish kar raha tha.
Doosri taraf ek ladki, jo pehli baar apni zindagi ka agla kadam khud chun rahi thi.
Dono ke beech abhi koi bada vaada nahi tha.
Koi confession nahi.
Koi aisi baat nahi jise naam dena zaroori ho.
Bas ek aisi pehchaan thi jo roz thodi aur aasaan hoti ja rahi thi.
Aur kabhi-kabhi, rishton ki shuruaat kisi bade pal se nahi hoti.
Woh shuru hote hain un chhoti baaton se, jinhe hum us waqt bas ek aam din ka hissa samajhkar aage badh jaate hain.