PariAkta
Kishan Ganj ki galiyon mein
ek ladki rehti thi -
tez, ziddi, aur laal mirch si tikhi।
Log usse sambhalne se pehle
usse door rehna zyada behtar samajhte the।
Dusri taraf Mumbai mein,
ek aisi ladki thi
jiski muskaan mein ajeeb sa sukoon tha।
Meethi itni,
ki log uske dard bhi dekh nahi paate the।
Dono ek dusre se anjaan।
Dono apni-apni zindagi mein uljhi hui।
Par shayad kismat ko
unka yun alag rehna manzoor nahi tha।
Ek taraf Delhi ka ek calm aur chalak businessman,
jo har situation ko patience se handle karna jaanta tha।
Aur dusri taraf,
ek aisa aadmi
jo khamosh logon ki ankahi baatein bhi samajh leta tha।
Kuch raaste anjaane hote hain...
par kuch log shayad pehle se likhe hote hain।
Raaz purane the।
Rishte adhure the।
Aur kismat...
shayad bahut der se kisi adhuri kahani ko poora karne ka intezaar kar rahi thi।