Man marziyan.

Mai Anamika... arth samjhna hai to apni ring finger dekhlo bas wahi arth hai mera.

Bin naam ki ladki jo hoti hai bs wesi hi hun mai.

kitabein padhti kahaniyan sunti thi ab likhne lagi hun.

Pahadon se ghire seher me basera hai,,

chai bs ek mera sahara hai.

Mera parichay keval itna hai ki ek graduate ladki ghrwalon ko chodkar bahar khud ki duniya or ghar bnane nikli thi.

Choti moti galtiyon ki mafi to milti hai par meri galti kya thi ye samjhna muskil hai mere liye, mujhe saja mili thi ya mene khud chuni thi ab iska jawab dhundhna bnd kr diya hai mene.

Jikra hum uska karte nahin ab

Jise ab bhi dil me jgh de rakhi hai...

Inhi khyalon se ghiri thi mai ki Shamila ne tokte hue kaha

didi ye kali chai or pahadon me hi basna apka sapna

tha kya, na kabhi waps jane ka sochti ho na hi yahan se age badhne ka?

Mai use dekh kar uske sawal par muskura rahi thi, wo apne hontho par ungli rakh kar kuch sochti hui khidki k bhr dekh rahi thi,,,

fir mene kaha, Chod to sab pehle hi diya tha ab to bs ab jo bhi hai wo is jism ki jarurat hai warna rooh to meri azad ghum rahi hai, na yahan thehri hai na kahin or ruki hai wo to bs is jism ka sath dene kabhi kabhi yahan chali ati hai.

Wo nahi samjhi thi meri uul jhaluul bat ko bas apni ankhon ki bhavein chadakar uthi or cup lekar waps kitchen me chali gai.

Shamila ka ek beta hai jiski parwarish k liye use alg alg jagah kam krna padta hai, mera ghar ashiyan lagta ha use kehti hai yahan mujhe koi nahi tokta marzi khana bna sakti hun or apne bete k liye bhi le ja sakti hun, wo haq jatane lagi thi mujh par, mujhe bhi bura nahi lagta tha alhir koi to hai jo haq jatata hai magar meri marzi se.