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Ankhiyon ke Jharokhon se

2 Saal 1 mahina 8 din 22 ghante 16 minute baad agar aap apni Mohabbat ko dekho toh kaise lagta hai. Mano aisa jaise ruki hui saansein phir se chalne lagi ho, dil phir se dhadakne laga ho, ek khoyi hui zindagi phir se mil gayi ho, ya phir aise jaise mano ek hi jahan mein dobara jeene ka mauka mil gaya ho.
Naina Sameer ko bichde hue 2 saal se zyada ka waqt ho gaya tha. In 2 saalon mein inhone ek dusre ko dekha tak nhi tha, baat nhi ki thi, pyaar ko nhi jeeya tha. Par phir bhi yeh dono jee rhe the; ek hasi ke sath, woh hasi jo dil ke dard ko chupa nhi pa rhi thi. Inhe lagta tha ki ek hasi ke sahare yeh poori duniya se apna tootne ka dard chupa sakte hai par khud se kaise chupate.

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Naina's VO
Woh daur hi shayad badalne ka tha, tabhi toh do saalon mein meri life mein bahut kuch badla. Main chup rehne lagi thi, dost toh pehle se hi nhi the, ab toh apne parivaar se bhi ek chuppi bandhe rakhne lagi thi. Lekin phir bhi roz baatein karti thi apni Diary ke sath, jisne mere us waqt mein mera sabse zyada sath nibhaya tha. Poora waqt chehre par muskuruhat leke ghumti thi, taki kisi ko galti se bhi mere ghaav na dikh jaye. In do saal mein ghar mein, parivaar mein bhi bahut kuch badla. Papa ki job chutti, ek naya business start hua jiski badaulat aaj mujh mein businesswoman ke har gun maujud hai jiski shuruat maine 17 saal ki umar se kar di thi. Kise pata tha anjaane mein likhi gyi diary ek din mujhe writer banne ke liye inspire karegi. Usi tarah Papa ka kaam mein hath btana mujhe ek din Business ke liye taiyar kar dega. Mera saara time sirf books ke aaspas hi nikalta tha. Padhaku toh main pehle se hi thi par tab shayad Kitaabi keeda hi ban chuki thi. Books aur mere attot sath ki wajah se hi toh ek din main College Professor bhi ban gayi. Ek sath main 3 responsibilities nibhane lagi thi. Teaching meri job thi, Business shayad meri jarurat aur Writing mera junoon. I think shi hi kaha gaya hai ki Books are our Best Companion. They don't hurt me, they don't argue me they don't leave me. I laugh with them, I cry with them, I live with them. Shayad yeh books na hoti toh Sameer ke bina itna lamba waqt kaatna aasaan na hota.
SAMEER....yeh naam sochte hi aaj bhi kuch alag sa mehsoos hone lagta hai. 2 saal beet gaye the par shayad hi aisa koi din guzra hoga jis mein maine use yaad na kiya ho. Usse durr hone ke bawjud bhi mere din ki har shuruat uske naam se hoti thi aur mere har raat ka anth bhi usse hi hota tha. Jahan meri life mein Diary, Books, Business ne jagah le li thi vhi uski life bhi badal rhi thi. Mujhse bhi zyada badal rhi thi. Aur bure tareeke se badal rhi thi. Maine baatein karna kum kar diya tha, Introvert ban chuki thi. Aur vhi doosri taraf Sameer toh har ek se aise ghul mil jata tha jaise unhe barso se janta ho, especially uska aur ladkiyon ka connection toh yuh jhat se ban jata tha. Mere toh dost pehle se hi nhi the, par uske toh aaye din dost badal rhe the. Aisa lagta tha poora School hi uska dost hai. Main jahan class mein har baar top kar rhi thi, vhi Sameer ke grades bigad rhe the. Main apne parivaar se kum bolne lagi thi, phir bhi humesha har ghadi unke sath thi. Dusri taraf Sameer unke pass hote hue bhi unse bahut durr ho chuka tha. Jab jab apne parivaar se bolta tha toh sirf ladne ke liye, khaskar apne Papa ke sath. Bahar woh na jane kitne naye dost, naye rishte bna rha tha, par apne ghar ke rishte uske haathon se ret ke jaise chut rhe the. Us waqt meri sabse zyada kareebi meri diary thi, meri sukh dulh ki sathi aur Sameer ke kareebi ab sirf Munna Pandit hi nhi the balki unke sath sath Sharaab Cigarette jaisi cheezein bhi ban chuki thi. Afterall 18 saal ka jo ho gaya tha, aazaadi toh milni hi thi. Kehne ko toh, main kamjor thi, phir bhi main apne aap ko har tarah se sambhale hui thi. Aur vhi bahar se strong dikhne wala Sameer andar hi andar toot rha tha, apne aap ko galat cheezon se jode rakhne ki nakamyab koshish kar rha tha. Meri duniyaa ghar aur Business tak simat ke reh gayi thi. Aur uski duniyaa, poori duniyaa mein sama gyi thi. Woh bhaag rha tha har ek se, apne ghar se, apne gharwalon se, khud se. Jahan use mauka milta tha woh chale ja rha tha, har din nayi jagah dhund rha tha jahan uska dard kum ho sake. Par woh janta nhi tha ki uske dard ki marham koi tourist destination ghoom ke use nhi milegi, woh shayad mere pass thi ya aise kahe ki shayad main hi thi, jo use uski zindagi ka sabse bada dard dene ki wajah bhi thi.
In sab ke baad bhi mera pyaar uske liye kabhi kum nhi hua tha. Aur shayad uska bhi.