sahar-dam ke jab chaar pachchis bajte hain local guzarti hai muddat hui main usi waqt bedar hota hun yun zindagi ke tasalsul ka hissa raha hun kai sal pahle jo main ne kahani likhi thi use aaj phir padh raha hun ghadi ki taraf bhi nigahen hain meri udasi mein duba chala hun kahani ke kirdar yun samne muskuraate khade hain ki jaise abhi aaj isi ek lamhe mein takhliq hathon se mere hui in ki main dekhta hun ye zakir ye salma ye salma ki ammi ye salma ki chhoti bahan gori japani gudiya shararat se kurte pe mere qalam ki siyahi se tajridi painting mein mashghul hansti chali ja rahi hai kahani ke kirdar lafzon ki chadar mein lipte hue so rahe hain magar guftugu un ki sab ikhtirai thi meri sabhi baaten main kar raha tha mujhe fikr hai meri local na chhute zamana hua is kahani mein main bhi kahin hun kahani sunata hun kirdar ke munh se main bolta hun achanak wo kirdar mazi ki khwabida bojhal faza se nikal kar mere samne aa khade hon to mumkin hai pahchan un ki mere waste khub taklif-dah jaan-gusil aur dushwar ho main udasi mein duba chala hun kai sal pahle jo main ne likhi thi kahani ise padh raha hun kahin pahli local na chhute kahani na ban jaun main bhi kahin dusra mujh ko padhne na baithe koi