WhatsApp पर प्रेम पत्र
Date: Aaj, 2:37 AM To: Tum (Blue tick dene wali, par reply nahi karne wali) Subject: Yeh love letter hai — WhatsApp wala. Dear Riya, Pata hai kal kya hua? Office mein presentation de raha tha — Q3 revenue, growth metrics, blah blah — aur slide number 7 par mera dimag ruk gaya. Kyunki slide ka background color — exactly wohi shade of blue tha jo teri aankhon mein hota hai jab tu hanssti hai. Haan, main presentation mein teri aankhon ke bare mein soch raha tha. Professional? Bilkul nahi. Par honest? Bahut. Boss ne pucha — "Aditya, is slide par kuch add karna hai?" Maine kaha — "Nahi sir, yeh perfect hai." Woh slide ke baare mein tha. Main teri aankhon ke baare mein. --- Riya, tujhe pata hai tu meri zindagi mein kya hai? Tu woh bookmark hai jo main apni favourite book mein lagata hoon — jahan story sabse achhi hoti hai. Tu woh song hai jo shuffle par aata hai exactly jab zarurat hoti hai. Tu woh auto-save hai jo kaam bach jaata hai jab system crash ho. Geek analogies? Haan. Romantic? Shayad nahi. Par yahi main hoon. --- Tera last message tha — "Goodnight 🌙" — 11:47 PM. Maine reply kiya — "Goodnight ✨" — 11:48 PM. Par actually main 3 baje tak jaaga. Kyunki tera goodnight — woh signal hai ki ab baat khatam. Aur baat khatam hona — din ka sabse bura moment hai. --- Main yeh letter — ya message — ya jo bhi hai — send nahi karunga. Drafts mein rahega. Jaise pichle 14 drafts hain. Ek din himmat aayegi. Ek din send karunga. Ek din tu padhegi. Par aaj nahi. Aaj bas — goodnight 🌙 Tumhara, Aditya P.S. — Yeh draft bhi delete nahi hoga. Kyunki teri tarah — kuch cheezein delete nahi hoti. [UPDATE — 3 months later: Maine bhej diya. Usne padha. Usne roya. Phir usne reply kiya — "14 drafts the?! Main toh pehle wale par hi haan bol deti." Ab hum saath hain. Drafts ab bhi hain — par ab dono milke likhte hain.]