Duniya ke aur apno se rishte nibhaate hue aksar hum apna sabse ahem rishta bhool jaate hain – khudse. Sabko itna de dete hain ki khud ke liya kuch bachta hee nahi.

Es tanaav puurn aur bhaag daud waali duniya mein der-saver har insaan ka aisa samay aata hai jab ghar aur office ki zimmedaariyon ke beech mein zindagi simat ke reh jaati hai.

Rishte, dostiyaan, shauk, sehat aur mann kaa sukoon - sab dheere dheere saath chod dete hain. 

Zyadatar log janam se lekar apni aakhari saans tak khudko apne shareer ke zariye mili pehchaan se hee jaante hain – naam, pesha, dharam, jaat aur mulk.

Par asliyat mein woh aur hum sab to sirf roohein hai jo shareer kaa libas pehen kar dharti par baar baar aati hain jab tak jo kuch seekhna hai woh seekh nahi lete.

Kya farq hai un logon mein jo zindagi ke ehsaason ke baare mein likhte hain aur unme jo unhe sirf mehsoos karte hain par kabhi likh ke zaahir nahi karte?

Kyun kuch log kaagazon par haale-dil ki siyahi se lambe lambe afsaane likhte hain ? Kya paata hai koi kuch likh kar ?

Jaise jaise dharti par aabadi badi, ekta kum aur batwaare zyada hote chale gaye. Batwaaron ki wajah thi insaan ka niyantran ke liye lalach

Par kya hum sab ek doosre se alag hain? Kya logon ka insaan hona desh aur dharam se upar nahi hai?

Bahut se log apne aap ko kaam mein duba ke apne dard ko bhulaane ki koshish karte hain.

Duniya ko lagta hai ki woh bahut mehnati aur kendrit hain par asliyat mein to woh bechaare kaam ka sahaara le rahe hain apne mann ko dard ke ehsaas se duur rakhne ke liye.

Aaj ke yug mein paisa hee dharam aur imaan ban gaya hai. Kisse baat karni hai, kisko izzat deni hai, yahan tak ki kisse rishta rakhna hai – yeh sab uski haisiyat dekh kar tay kiya jaata hai.

Aksar ladke apna dukh, apne dil ki baat, apne gehre jazbaat, apne doston se bhi chupate hain.

Andar chahe kitna bhi dard ho, dost ke saamne hanste rehte hain. Kyun karte hain woh aisa?