The Boy Who Fell in Love With Stories.
Maine stories ko notice karna kab shuru kiya?
Kya jab pehli baar kisi ko chupchaap rote dekha?
Ya jab pehli baar laga ki shabd mujhe bacha rahe hain?
Exact moment yaad nahi mujhe.
Kuch log bhid ke peeche kyun bhaagte hain,
aur kuch ekant pasand kyun karte hain?
Kuch pal bhar ke moments ko dil me saja kar rakhte hain,
jabki bade celebrations jaldi bhool jaate hain?
Shayad mujhe answers observation me mile.
Bus stop par akela baitha ek ladka.
Crowded street me thaka hua chehra.
Bina kisi wajah ke aane wali ek muskaan.
Agar ye ordinary scenes nahi hain toh?
Agar ye unfinished stories hain toh?
Maine kabhi famous hone ka sapna nahi dekha.
Bas kuch honest create karna chaha.
Kuch din camera haath me hota hai.
Kuch din pen.
Par purpose wahi rehta hai.
Feel karna.
Observe karna.
Batana.
Kya mujhe pata hai ye journey kahan le jaayegi?
Nahi.
Par kya mujhe pata hai main yahin belong karta hoon?
Haan.
Main abhi bhi seekh raha hoon.
Abhi bhi fail ho raha hoon.
Abhi bhi ban raha hoon.
Aur shayad wahi ek storyteller hota hai.
Jo saare answers nahi jaanta,
par questions poochta rehta hai...........
