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…
Chhooti Hui Train
Station par wo mera intezaar kar raha tha, haath mein do ticket liye — ek uska, ek mera. Humne plan banaya tha saath bhagne ka, ek aise shehar mein jahan koi humein na jaane, na roke. Par aakhri pal mein mere paanv nahi uthe. Main platform ke doosre chhor se use dekhti rahi, train aayi, wo meri taraf dekhta raha, aur phir train chali gayi — uske bina, mere bina.
Main ghar laut aayi, apni "surakshit" zindagi mein. Usne phir kabhi phone nahi kiya, maine bhi nahi. Kabhi-kabhi lagta hai wo himmat ki sabse badi pareeksha thi jo maine pass nahi ki. Aaj bhi jab koi train platform se guzarti hai, mera dil ek pal ke liye ruk jaata hai, jaise pooch raha ho — "kya hua hota agar us din tum chadh gayi hoti?" Is sawaal ka jawab mujhe shayad kabhi nahi milega, aur yahi sabse bhaari baat hai.
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