Agman

Is time soch raha hu ki kay type karo.. Kuch asa jassa sab writers likhte ha ja kuch alag.  But me to writer nahi hu. To tab se shuru karta hu jab se yaad ha..
   Yaad.... Ik asa ehsas jo chala gaya aur jo dimag me ha us saab ka ehsas.. Kitna acha lagta ha woh sab soch kar. Aur maan karta ha ki kash me woh samma wapis se jee pata.. Par kabhi sochta hu ki inn yadoo ke muje kitne experience, (tazurbe) mile ha..
         Ankhee band karo to 7 saal ki umar me puch jata hu.. Mere gar par maa, papa, chota bahi the.. Me punjab se tha aur papa army me the.. Is karan hum papa ke sath buhat jagha par gumme ha. Maa House lady the aur chota bahi aur me school me..
      Saal me 1 ja 2 baar papa gar ate the.. Month ke last me har middle class family ki traha humra bhi hath tang ho jata tha.. Fir bhi hum apni life se kuch the.. Buhat acha lagta tha jab koi gar ata tha
   Study me acha na hone ke karan aur gar ke halat tik na hone ke karan.. Mene apna school 10th me chood diya.. Par bacha tha, samaj nahi thi aur kuch ata bhi nhi tha.. Kay karta.
     Next year papa bhi army se gar aya gaye.. Asse hi 2 saal ka time nikal gaya. Fir gar chlane ke liye papa ke punjab chood kar Europe jane ka socha.. Tab me kuch 10 saal ka raha hu ga.. Dhere dhere gar ke halat fir se track par aya gaye.. Acha lagta ha jab apni pocket me kuch ho..fir kuch time apni life achi guzrri..