Yeh kitaab main sirf likh nahi rahi…
maine ise jiya hai.
Har woh raat jisme main toot kar royi hoon…
har woh din jisme main muskurate hue bhi andar se bikhar rahi thi…
yeh sab iss kitaab ke har shabd mein basa hai.
Yeh kitaab un sab logon ke naam hai…
jo apni zindagi mein akelapan, dard aur na-samjhi ka bojh utha rahe hain…
jo cheekh kar bhi sunaai nahi dete…
jo toot kar bhi jee rahe hain.
Main jaanti hoon kaisa lagta hai…
jab apne hi saath chhod dete hain…
jab sab hote hue bhi koi nahi hota…
Aur phir bhi…
ek maa hone ke naate…
maine har dard ko daba kar
apne bachchon ke liye khud ko sambhala hai.
Yeh kitaab un maaon ke liye hai…
jo khud bikhar kar bhi
apne bachchon ki duniya sambhaalti hain.
Aur un sab ke liye…
jo yeh sochte hain ki ab sab khatam ho gaya…
Nahi…
jab tak saans hai, tab tak himmat hai.
Aur sabse badhkar…
mere Kanha ji ke liye—
jinhone mujhe har baar girne ke baad uthna sikhaya…
aur dard ko meri taqat bana diya.
Yeh kitaab meri kahani nahi…
ek sach hai…
jo shayad tumhari kahani bhi ho sakti hai.”
— Nisha Sankhla**