Urdu Novel
We meet thousands of people in this world, we get attracted to hundreds, we fall for ten and then we'll be united with the one whose name was written with our name thousands of years ago.
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Roman Urdu Version
August 4, 2011
Woh bus mein khamoshi se bethi bahar dekh rahi thi.
"Kitne saal ki ho?" Ek buzurg aurat ne sawal kiya. Usne aurat ko ek nazar dekha for jawab diya.
"20"
"Kahan se ho?"
"Banglore"
"Itni dur akeli kya kar rahi ho? Maa - Baap kahan hai?"
Woh sawal sun kar woh khamosh rahi aur nazrein fir se khidki ki taraf karlin. Maa-baap ? Woh bas ab uske liye aam shabd ban kar reh chuke the, koi rishte nahi. _________________________________________
Banglore July 28, 2011
Muskan ne darwaza khola aur ghar mein daakhil hui. Kiran, lounge ke beech khadi thi, uska chehra gusse aur bechaini ka aks tha.
"Yeh kaun tha, Muskan?" Kiran ka lehja sakht tha.
"Bas ek dost." Muskan ne dheeme lehje mein kaha, apni nazrein zameen par tikate hue.
"Dost? Mujhe sab pata hai. Azlan ne mujhe sab bataya hai."
"Ammi, woh bas ek dost hai. Maine kuch galat nahi kiya."
"Galat aur sahi ka faisla kabhi kabhi jazbaat nahi, haalaat karte hain. Tum abhi samajh nahi rahi ho."
