Post #557

Life of a Brick (Part 2) Main soch raha tha, sab khatam ho gaya, main jal gaya, bikhar gaya, ab meri kahani yahin ruk jaayegi. Lekin subah hui, aur kuch insaan phir aaye. Unhone mujhe chuna, mera rang dekha — laal aur kathai, aur bola, “ye to perfect brick hai.” Us din samjha, jalne se main mita nahi, balke ban gaya hoon, kuch mazboot, kuch naya. Phir mujhe rakha gaya, ek diwar mein, ek nayi imaarat ke neeche. Ab main sirf mitti nahi tha, main ek ghar ka hissa tha, ek chhat ke neeche kisi ka sahara. Roz koi bachcha mere paas se guzarta, uske kadam ki garamahat mehsoos hoti, aur main muskurata. Sochta, agar main na jala hota, to main yahan kaise aata? Jalna dard tha, par shayad wahi meri zarurat thi, kyunki mitti reh jaati to bikhar jaata, aur brick ban ke, ab main kisi ki zindagi sambhal raha hoon. By Jannat