UNTitled,Sonu_Savita_74861772820558 aakhri station ka Musafir

Raat ke 11:00 baj rahe the sunsan railway station per thandi hawa chal rahi thi Aryan Akela baitha tha bench per sir jhukaye apni kismat ko kosh raha tha uske hath mein ek resign Patra tha Dil mein nakami ka bojh use lag raha tha ki uski zindagi ka Safar yahi khatm ho gaya hai tabhi ek bujurg jinhen sab Dada Ji ke naam se jante the unke pass Aakar baithe unhone Aryan ke chehre ki mayusi dekhi aur dhire se poochha beta train chhut gai hai ya Manjil ka rasta bhul gaye ho Aryan ne chidhkar kaha Dada Ji meri naukari Chali gai hai rishte Tut gaye ab mere pass khone ko kuchh nahin bacha meri jindagi yah aakhri station hai Dada Ji thoda muskurae aur apni Jeb se ek purana Sikka nikala unhone kaha beta is sikke Ko dekho jab tak yahan meri Jim mein tha iski koi awaaz nahin thi lekin Jaisi hi Aaj jameen per girta hai ya khadakta hai zindagi bhi tabhi Karti hai jab vah chauka kar deti hai unhone aage samjhaya ya railway station aakhri nahin hai har rukne wali train yahan batati hai ki thoda tairna jaruri hai taki agale lambe Safar ki liye engine mein fir se himmat Bhari ja sake Aryan ko unki baton mein ek nai ummid ki usne mahsus Kiya ki har ant ek nai shuruaat ka rasta hota hai jab dudh se train ki head light chamki to Aryan ke chehre per mayusi nahin balki ek nai muskan thi is kahani ka mukhya sandesh zindagi mein nakami sirf ek stop hai ful stop nahin