No. 0011
Never feel love
M starting se btata hu mera naam lucky h but i am the unlucky person in this wourld i born and my parents died m apne chacha k ghar rha hu starting…
Pehla Khat
Mujhe aaj bhi yaad hai, gyarahvi class ki wo aakhri bench, jahan hum dono baitha karte the. Wo mujhe notes nahi, kahaniyan likhkar deta tha — chhote-chhote kaagaz ke tukdon par, jinhe main kitaab ki jild ke andar chhupa leti thi. Humne kabhi "I love you" nahi kaha, par har baarish mein saath bheegna, har recess mein ek hi canteen bench dhundhna — yahi hamari zubaan thi.
Barahvi ke baad wo doosre shehar chala gaya, engineering ke liye. Jaane se pehle usne ek khat diya, kaha "ghar pahunchkar padhna." Maine raaste mein hi padh liya. Usme likha tha — "tumhe pyaar karna meri zindagi ki sabse aasaan cheez thi, aur tumhe alvida kehna sabse mushkil."
Phir phone aane lage, dheere-dheere kam hote gaye. Ek din uski shaadi ki tasveer kisi rishtedaar ke WhatsApp status par dikh gayi. Maine us khat ko aaj bhi sambhalkar rakha hai, ek purani diary ke panno ke beech. Kabhi-kabhi lagta hai ki pehla pyaar kabhi khatam nahi hota, bas ek kone mein jaakar baith jaata hai — chupchaap, hamesha ke liye.
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