Kbhi kbhi main jo apni beeti zindagi k baare me sochta hu, jo pal maine apne bachpan ki purkaif aagosh me guzaare, jo lamhe mujhe buzurgo k saaye me dastyaab hue....
Jahan gham ki koi nishaani nhi thi"., dil k tootne pe koi afsoos na tha...
Ek dusre ki judaayi ka koi khauf na tha...."
Haan...!!!!!!
Kuch ankahe anchhue ehsaas zarur the, kuch resham k dhaago jaise rishtey...
Zra sa koi baat bigadne pe Aansuo ka sailaab. aur phr utni hi jaldi maan bhe jaana....
Wo bachpan k din bhe khuda ki di hui azemusshan neymaton me shumaar ek boht badi daulat thi...
Kuch kaanch k tukdo jaise bejaan se wajood bhe hme wo khushi dete the jo aaj ki aasaani se dastyaab ishrat ki ki cheezein nhi de paati..
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.Aaj bhe mere ghar ke puraane kamre me rakha hua sandook mere bachpan ki nishaaniya, wo yaadein aur un dino ko Chhoto Chhoti cheezon ki shakl me sanjooye hue hai...
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Aaj bhe un cheezo ki sondhi khusbu mere jism me ek ajeeb si kaifiyat paida krne lgti hai....
Wo buzurg jo hme bade hokar nek aur kaamyaab hone ki duaayein diya karte the,
Aaj na jaane kyo unki bohot yaad aati hai...
Zindagi ki is daud me hm itne masroof ho gye ki hm ye khyaal krna hi bhool gye ki koi peeche chhoot bhe rha hai...
Aaj jb is mukaam pe pohoch kr mud ke nazar daudaate hain to koi nazar nhi aata ... hamaari samaatein unhe dhoond hi nhi paati.
Han door kahin unka halka halka aks zaroor dikhaayi deta hai, aor ye ehsas bhe hota hai ki unke saaye hamare aas paas dua ki soorat saath chal rhe hain......
(From my diary)
