"Beta uth jao, late ho raha hai…"
Mummy ki awaaz roz ki tarah aaj bhi mere sapno ko tod gayi.
Maine aankhen kholi… par uthne ka mann nahi tha.
Sach bolu? Mujhe uthna hi nahi tha.
School… studies… expectations…
Kabhi kabhi lagta hai life ek race hai — aur main bina rest ke bas bhaag rahi hoon.
Mirror ke saamne khadi hui…
Face pe pimple spots, aankhon ke neeche halka sa dark circle…
Aur andar? Andar toh aur bhi zyada thakan thi.
"Sab theek hai na?"
Mummy ne poocha.
Main muskura di — "Haan."
Par kya sach me sab theek tha?
Class me sab apni life me busy the…
Koi topper banne me, koi love story me,
Aur main?
Main bas survive kar rahi thi.
Teacher padha rahi thi, par mera dimaag kahin aur tha…
Future ka pressure… ghar ki expectations…
Aur ek ajeeb sa darr —
"Ya agar main fail ho gayi toh?"
Lunch break me sab has rahe the…
Par mujhe hasi nahi aa rahi thi.
Kabhi kabhi lagta hai…
Main sabke beech hoke bhi akeli hoon.
Raat ko diary likhte waqt ek hi line likhi:
"Sab bolte hain strong bano…
Par koi yeh nahi batata ki tootne ke baad khud ko kaise joda jaata hai…"
Aur shayad…
Yeh kahani hai meri —
Ek aisi ladki ki jo sabke saamne strong hai,
Par andar se… roz thodi thodi toot rahi hai.