Kabhi kisi ka last message dekha hai?

Woh chhoti si line jo puri zindagi ban jaati hai…

Aur kabhi kabhi, ek sawaal ban kar hamesha ke liye dil mein reh jaati hai.

"Take care, main baad mein call karti hoon."

Usne yahi kaha tha. Us waqt mujhe bura nahi laga… Socha, busy hogi.

Socha, thak gayi hogi. Socha, hum toh roz baat karte hain kal phir ho jaayegi.

Bas, kal kabhi nahi aaya. 

Us Din Kuch Alag Tha

Uska tone halka sa ajeeb tha… Par main samjha: overthinking.

Usne thoda lamba reply kiya… phir chhoti chhoti baatein.

Usne kaha:

“Tu bohat acha dost hai.”

“Tujh se milke zindagi behtar lagi.”

“Take care, main baad mein call karti hoon.” Aur woh last seen ban gayi hamesha ke liye.

Uske Jane Ke Baad…

Main har message dobara padhta raha. Har call record sunta raha.

Har image zoom karta raha, jaise uski aankhon mein kuch chhupa ho. Koi note nahi, koi goodbye nahi. Sirf woh message…

“Main baad mein call karti hoon.” 

Unanswered Why

Kya usne help maangi hoti toh main bacha leta? Kya uska message ek signal tha?

Kya uski muskurahat ke peechay main dekh nahi paya?

Duniya ne kaha:

“Usne khud ki life chhodi.”

Mujhe lagta hai: Zindagi ne usse pehle hi chorh diya tha. 

Urdu Quote:

“Kuch log akhri dafa keh jaate hain ‘take care’…

Aur phir hum zindagi bhar unka khayal rakhte hain, unki yaadon mein.” 

Aakhir Mein…

Aaj bhi phone mein uska chat box open hota hai Na delete kar saka, na archive. Na reply aaya, na dua ruki. Woh akhri message — ab ek dua ban gaya hai:

“Bas Allah uska khayal rakhe… jahan bhi ho.”

Closing Note:

This was Chapter 7 of The Unsaid Chapters 

For every soul who was left with just a message… and no closure.

If someone’s message still sits unread in your heart You are not weak.

You are just human.