shayad ussy patta tha k mein muskrata bohat kum hun..aik din woh kissi haseen khiyaal ma gum apni naazuk c sureeli madham awaaz ma jiss ma mein aksar kho jaya kerta tha..aik he lafz baar baar keh rahi the..pen..hmmm...pen...hmmmnn,pen,my pen..mein ny uss ka dheyaan apni taraf kerny k liye open door ko knock keya..tou woh uth ker baith gai..uss ke pazaib ke awaaz jiss sy room ma aik khushgawaar sa sangeet tha..woh uss k uthny sy khatam ho gaya...iss sy pehly woh mugh sy koi sawaal pochti mein ny uss sy pocha k tum yeh kiya keh rahi the abhi abhi???..woh yaqdam apni masoom awaaz ma boli pen..mein ny haraani sy dubara pocha kiya uss ny dubara aik lafz ka izaafa kerty hoy kaha my pen..mein ny pocha kidher hai?..woh boli..tum..mein ny thora sa munh banaya aur kaha k mein tumhara pen hun?..tou uss ny bary piyaar sy meri aankhun ma dakhty hoy kaha k mein kal saari raat jaagti rahi..yeh sochti rahi k tumhara koi aisa nick name rakhun jo kissi ny na rakha ho..uss ke yeh baat sun ker mein zor sy hansny laga..woh kehny lagimugy pata tha tumhy yeh pasand aay ga..aur dakha smile..tum janty ho na i like smile..uss k jawaab ma mugy aik sec bhe nahi laga uss ka nick name sochny ma..mein ny kaha and you are my pencil..my pencil..aur iss tarah woh room hum dono k qhaqhaun sy gonjny laga..(by Abdullah ashraf;from my diary is a story)
Posted on: Thu, 14 Nov 2013 19:41:26 +0000
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