Arman ke jaane ke baad sab kuch thoda strange lag raha tha।
Aisha ne socha tha ki shayad life normal ho jayegi…
lekin kuch cheezein normal hone me time leti hain।
Next day school ke baad Aisha automatically library ki taraf chal padi।
Jaise uske steps ko already pata tha ki kahan jaana hai।
Jab woh library ke andar aayi, sab kuch same tha।
Wooden shelves…
books ki smell…
aur wahi silent atmosphere।
Lekin ek cheez alag thi।
Arman nahi tha।
Aisha slowly us table ki taraf gayi jahan woh dono usually baithte the।
Usne chair ko dekha।
Wahi chair jahan Arman baithta tha…
Ab empty thi।
Aisha uske saamne wali seat par baith gayi।
Usne apni diary nikali।
Kuch seconds tak woh bas blank page ko dekhti rahi।
Uske dimaag me bahut saari memories flash hone lagi—
Arman ka first day library me…
uska mazaak karna…
uska blue pen gift karna…
Aisha ke face par halki si smile aa gayi।
Phir usne pen uthaya।
Wahi blue pen jo Arman ne diya tha।
Usne page par likha—
"Dear Arman…"
Aisha thodi der tak ruk gayi।
Phir usne likhna continue kiya।
"Aaj library thodi quiet lag rahi hai."
"Actually library hamesha quiet hi thi…"
"Lekin ab mujhe realize ho raha hai ki tumhare hone se yeh jagah thodi less lonely lagti thi."
Aisha ne thoda pause liya।
Usne library ke around dekha।
Kuch students apni books me busy the।
Sab kuch normal chal raha tha।
Sirf Aisha ke liye thoda different tha।
Usne letter me next line likhi—
"Lekin tumne ek achhi habit chhod di hai…"
"Writing."
"Ab main almost har din letters likhti hoon."
Aisha ne diary ka ek aur page open kiya।
Usme pehle wale letters the।
Kuch "Dear Future" se start hote the।
Aur bahut saare "Dear Arman" se।
Aisha ko suddenly ek idea aaya।
Usne softly khud se kaha—
"Why not turn them into a story?"
Usne quickly ek new page open kiya।
Aur likha—
"Title: Aisha's Unsent Letters"
Aisha ne us title ko dekha।
Usse suddenly excitement feel hui।
Shayad Arman sahi tha।
Shayad yeh letters ek story ban sakte hain।
Aisha ne imagine kiya—
Ek din uski book publish hogi।
Aur shayad…
Arman kahin kisi city me us book ko read karega।
Aur usse realize hoga ki woh story ka part hai।
Aisha ne diary band ki।
Usne deep breath li।
Us moment usse ek important baat samajh aayi।
Goodbye painful hota hai।
Lekin kabhi kabhi goodbye hi woh moment hota hai jo kisi story ko start karta hai।
Aisha ne blue pen ko tightly hold kiya।
Aur softly kaha—
"Thank you, Arman."
Library ki window se sunlight andar aa rahi thi।
Aur us light me Aisha ko laga…
Jaise uski story abhi start hui hai।
To be continued…