Apni pichli puraani kahaniyon se etraaz karne lagi hun. Main kisi se pyaar karne lagi hun. Jo tha, wo haqiqat ka ek hissa tha. Ab qissa hai. Yadon ki yaad hai. Aur wahi sabse meetha hai. Par etraaz isiliye karne lagi hun ki shayad usme na jaane kitni ghalti hui, gunah hue. Jise khuda ne muaaf bhi kar diya par bhi wo bhulae nahi bhoolte. Wo mujhe aaseb bankar daste hain, kachot'te hain. Pichhla sab kuch bhool jana bhool jana hota hi nahi. Kisi ko chah kar mua'f kar dena mua'f kar dena hota hi nahi. Kaheen koi zahar, koi ek talluqa'at, koi ek baat hamesha rah jati hai jiski zanjeeron me hum hamesha jakde rahte hain. Aur wahi hame be-maine karta rahta hai. Par, hairat ye hain ki usi hisse usi kahani ko hum sanjoye sanjoye chamkate rahte hain. Usko paani dete hain, pyaar dete hain aur wo hissa, wo qasak badhti rahti hain. Mua'f karna aur bhool jana to ek usooli taur per haqeeqi lagta hai, par ye ek khwaab hai. Haqeeqat ye hai ki hum na bhulate hain na mua'f karte hain. Aur yahi insaani tajurbe ka sabse bada sach hai.