“Phir?”“Phir kya?”“Phir kuch nahi. Tum apni zindagi main apni jaga bana lo. Us kay baad meri jaga nahi rahegi.”“Tumhe lagta hai kay main tumhe kabhi yad nahi karun ga?” “Karogay na, bilkul karogay. Akele bethe cigarette peete hue, meri yaad ubhre gi jo us dhuwein k sath hi hawa main tehleel hojaye gi. Ya phir sardion ki kisi raat main koyle jalate hue, kisi chingari ki tarha jis tezi se bharkay gi,...
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