Noida ke Sector 42 mein ek ajeeb sa maahaul rehta hai. Arjun apne 12th floor ke flat mein baitha laptop par kaam kar raha tha. Bahar halki baarish ho rahi thi aur glass window par pani ki boondein utar rahi thi jaise koi upar se neeche dekh raha ho. Arjun ek software developer hai, aur uski zindagi coding, coffee aur neend ke beech guzarti rehti hai.
Achanak, uske purane lakdi ke darwaze par koi thak-thak-thak karne laga.
Arjun hairan ho gaya. Raat ke 2:14 baj rahe the. Is waqt kaun aa sakta hai? Usne socha shayad koi padosi hai, ya shayad koi delivery wala raasta bhatak gaya hai. Usne darwaze ke eye-hole se bahar dekha. Bahar corridor ki light thar-thara rahi thi. Wahan koi nahi tha, bas ek brown color ka cardboard box zameen par rakha tha.
Arjun ne dar ke saath darwaza khola. Thandi hawa ka ek jhonka andar aaya. Usne box uthaya aur andar lekar gaya. Box par na toh koi address tha, na hi bhejne wale ka naam. Usne jaise hi tape hataya, uske hosh ud gaye. Box ke andar koi saaman nahi tha, bas ek purani black-and-white photo thi.
Photo mein ek andhera kamra tha, ek purani lakdi ki kursi aur us par baitha ek aadmi. Woh aadmi Arjun hi tha! Lekin problem yeh thi ki Arjun ne woh kapde kabhi nahi pehne the jo photo mein dikh rahe hain, aur woh kamra usne apni zindagi mein kabhi nahi dekha tha.
Usne photo palti. Peeche laal siyahi se likha tha:
"Tum bhool gaye ho, par main nahi. Milte hain wahan, jahan sab shuru hua tha."
Arjun ka gala sookh gaya. Use mehsoos hua ki uske peeche koi khada hai. Jab usne peeche mudkar dekha, toh kitchen ka nala apne aap chalne laga tha.