Next morning Aisha bahut jaldi uth gayi।
Aaj ka din normal nahi tha।
Aaj Arman ja raha tha।
Usne window se bahar dekha।
Sky halka sa grey tha, jaise weather bhi thoda emotional ho।
Aisha ne apni diary uthai aur bag me rakh li।
Us diary ke andar bahut saare letters the…
Aur unme se bahut saare Arman ke naam ke the।
Aaj school ke baad Aisha directly bus stop ki taraf gayi।
Arman ne kaha tha ki woh wahan milega।
Jab Aisha wahan pahunchi, Arman already wahan khada tha।
Uske paas ek medium size suitcase tha।
Us suitcase ko dekh kar Aisha ko suddenly realize hua—
Yeh sach me goodbye hai।
Arman ne Aisha ko dekh kar smile ki।
"Tum aa gayi," usne kaha।
Aisha ne slowly sir hilaya।
"Haan."
Kuch seconds tak dono chup रहे।
Bus stop par kuch aur log bhi khade the।
Lekin Aisha aur Arman ke liye jaise duniya thodi slow ho gayi thi।
Arman ne silence todte hue pucha—
"Tumhari writing kaisi chal rahi hai?"
Aisha thodi hass padi।
"Tum ja rahe ho… aur tumhe writing ki padi hai?"
Arman ne shoulders shrug kiye।
"Of course."
"Main future famous writer ki friend hoon, mujhe updates chahiye।"
Aisha ne diary nikali।
"Actually… maine ek aur letter likha hai।"
Arman curious ho gaya।
"Again?"
Aisha ne smile ki।
"Haan… last one।"
Arman ne mazaak me kaha—
"Dear Arman?"
Aisha ne sir hilaya।
"Exactly।"
Usne diary ka page open kiya।
Arman quietly sunne laga।
Aisha ne slowly read kiya—
"Dear Arman,"
"Aaj tum ja rahe ho."
"Aur mujhe lag raha hai jaise library ka ek part bhi tumhare saath ja raha hai."
"Lekin mujhe ek baat samajh aayi hai…"
"Kuch log life me sirf kuch waqt ke liye aate hain."
"Lekin woh waqt itna special hota hai ki woh hamesha yaad rehta hai."
Aisha ki awaaz thodi slow ho gayi।
Usne last line padhi—
"Aur shayad tum meri story ka sabse beautiful chapter ho."
Aisha ne diary band kar di।
Arman kuch seconds tak silent raha।
Phir usne softly kaha—
"Yeh letter… mujhe mil sakta hai?"
Aisha thodi surprise ho gayi।
"Seriously?"
Arman ne smile ki।
"Haan. Taaki mujhe proof mile ki main story ka character tha।"
Aisha ne diary se page nikaala।
Aur Arman ko de diya।
Arman ne carefully us page ko fold karke apni pocket me rakh liya।
Tabhi bus aa gayi।
Bus ka door open hua।
Driver ne announce kiya—
"Last call."
Arman ne suitcase uthaya।
Phir usne Aisha ki taraf dekha।
"Aisha…"
Aisha ne uski aankhon me dekha।
"Haan?"
Arman ne softly kaha—
"Writing mat chhodna।"
Aisha ne sir hilaya।
"Promise।"
Arman bus ki taraf badhne laga।
Phir suddenly woh ruk gaya।
Usne wapas mud kar Aisha ko dekha।
Aur kaha—
"Ek din jab tumhari book publish hogi… mujhe zaroor batana।"
Aisha ne smile ki।
"Zaroor।"
Arman bus me chadh gaya।
Door band ho gaya।
Bus slowly move karne lagi।
Aisha wahan khadi rahi।
Jab tak bus road ke corner se disappear nahi ho gayi।
Usne deep breath li।
Aur diary ko apne chest ke paas hold kar liya।
Us moment Aisha ko realize hua—
Goodbye hamesha end nahi hota।
Kabhi kabhi…
Woh ek nayi story ka start bhi hota hai।
To be continued…