Ek waqt tha jab khidki ke paas baith kar ek hath me chay ki cup liye huye Or dusre hath me Joseph Murphy ki book "The power of subconscious mind". bht azib tha wo sb kuch , na jane kya sookun milta tha . ghanto tak kuchh sochte rahna aur jab kabhi barish hoti toh bundon ko dekhte rahna sab kuchh bht achha lagta tha. kbhi kbhi toh hostel ki ladkiyan dekh kar mujhe shayd pagal smjhti thi. koi dost nhi tha mera bas mai or meri books and meri diary📓. yahi the mere dost. college ke baad ka sara waqt bas in sb ke sath nikal jata tha.
Ab pta nhi kyu waqt nhi milta in sb ke liye ab window ke paas nhi baithti han kbhi kbhi book padh leti hu but wo sukoon nhi hai, han aaj bhi barish ki bundo ko bade dhyan se dekhti hu par ab wo ehsaas nhi hota shayd. Wo ek pagal pan hi tha ya fir yun kahi lo aaj ki busy life me un sb chijo ke liye time nhi hai. Bahut kuchh change ho gya hai . aisa lagta hai bht jaldi sb kuchh badal gya . Abhi abhi toh bht saare sapne liye aayi thi is anjaan shahar me jahan koi apna nhi tha na koi dost tha. is shahar ne bht kuchh diya, bht kuchh sikhaya, i just love this city.


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