Ateet kabhi peecha na chhorti, hum bhale hi aage badh jaye, lekin kisi mor pe mulakat ho hi jaati hain kehte hain na duniya gol hain. Usne kaha tha phir se pukarengi wo galiyan.
Na jaane kaun sa purana nata hain us baazar se, kiske liye wo churiyan kharidee thee, adhura pyar, hamesha dard ka sabab ban jata hain, bhabhi bhi uss sach se anjan na hain, phir kyun kheench ke le ke jaa rahi hain, wapas se purane ghao ko kuredne ke liye, sabhi emotional blackmail hi karte hain, aise toh yeh kisi kee baat manega nahin.
Jo dard mila uske liye koi marham dhundh, aise ateet mein rah ke zindagi vyarth toh nahin kar shakte hain, zindagi chalte rahne ke hi naam hain. kal koi aur thee, kal koi bhi hogi, aise hi milte rahte hain log, yeh ruk gaya, hain jaise kisi tejaab se shabkuchh jala dala.
Yeh apni hi sage sambandhio ke saririk bakhan kyun karta rahta hain, na jaane kya hain dil mein, sabhi pahelio mein baat karte hain, ab yeh sankhnaad phir mandir kee chaubare ke taraf le jayegi....
Kya pata phir mil jaye wo....