Us raat Aisha ko neend nahi aa rahi thi।
Uska kamra chhota sa tha। Ek bed, ek study table aur ek chhoti si almari।
Study table par uski diary rakhi thi।
Wahi diary jisme woh apne unsent letters likhti thi।
Aisha ne dheere se diary uthayi।
Usne room ka door check kiya।
Sab so chuke the।
Usne table lamp on kiya aur diary khol li।
Aaj uska dil bahut heavy tha।
School me jo hua tha, usse woh abhi tak bhool nahi pa rahi thi।
Usne pen uthaya aur likhna shuru kiya।
"Dear Future…"
Uske letters hamesha isi line se start hote the।
Aisha ne likha:
"Kabhi kabhi mujhe lagta hai ki main galat jagah paida hui hoon."
"Yahan sabko bas marks aur job ki chinta hai."
"Lekin mujhe stories pasand hain."
"Mujhe characters create karna pasand hai."
"Mujhe likhna pasand hai."
Aisha kuch seconds ke liye ruk gayi।
Uski aankhon me halka sa paani aa gaya।
Usne diary me aage likha:
"Lekin mujhe darr lagta hai."
"Darr ki log mujhe serious nahi lenge."
"Darr ki shayad main kabhi writer nahi ban paungi."
Usne pen table par rakh diya।
Room bilkul khamosh tha।
Bahaar se sirf hawa ki awaaz aa rahi thi।
Tabhi uska phone vibrate hua।
Message Sana ka tha।
"Abhi tak jag rahi ho?"
Aisha ne reply kiya:
"Haan."
Sana ne turant message bheja।
"Kal school ke baad library chale?"
Aisha thoda surprised ho gayi।
"Library?"
"Haan. Tumhe stories pasand hain na."
Aisha ke face par halki si smile aa gayi।
"Okay."
Message send karne ke baad Aisha ne diary band kar di।
Usne socha…
"Shayad koi to hai jo mujhe samajhta hai."
Lekin Aisha ko yeh nahi pata tha…
Ki uski secret diary zyada din secret nahi rehne wali।
Kyuki kuch hi dino me…
koi uske letters padhne wala tha।
Aur uske baad…
Uski life completely change ho jayegi।
To be continued…