Akhri kitab

“Akhri Kitaab” (The Last Book)

Ek sheher tha jahan sab kuch digital tha — log paper par likhna bhool chuke the. Har cheez screen par thi: pyaar ke khat, school ke notes, hatta ke qasmein bhi.

Lekin us sheher ke kone mein, ek budha aadmi rehta tha — Amaan. Uske paas ek chhoti si dukaan thi jiska naam tha “Zinda Lafz”. Wahan sirf ek hi kitaab thi — purani, dhool se bhari hui, lekin zinda.

Log kehte the, “Woh kitaab bolti hai.”

Ek raat, Rida, ek young journalist, curiosity mein us dukaan gayi.

“Yeh kitaab sach mein bolti hai?” usne poocha.

Amaan muskuraya, “Sirf unse jo dil se padhte hain.”

Rida ne kitaab kholi… aur uske saamne se ek narmi si roshni nikli. Lafz hawa mein tairne lage.

Us kitaab ne kaha, “Main wo kahani hoon jise log bhool gaye hain — insaan aur lafzon ki dosti ki.”

Kitaab ne Rida ko dikhaya — log likhte the, mehsoos karte the, aur har lafz mein jazba hota tha. Lekin jab se sab ne likhna chhoda, jazba bhi kam ho gaya.

Subah hone tak Rida ki aankhon se aansu beh rahe the.

Woh wapas gayi aur ek article likha — “Akhri Kitaab Se Meri Mulaqat”

Us din se logon ne phir se likhna shuru kiya.

Aur Amaan ki dukaan ke upar likha tha:

> “Jab tak lafz zinda hain, dil bhi zinda hai.” 💫