Der Ker Deta Hun Main

Karim 'Missile' - bus yahi naam uski Pehchan ban gaya tha. 
Shayed is liye ke Taxi bohat tez chalata tha.

Bachpan se hamari mohalle ki yaari thi. 

Kuch saath saath hi America aaye the. 

Kabhi yahan mil jaate, kabhi wahan mil jaate. 

Ajeeb yaaron ka yaar aadmi thi - Mehfilon ki jaan tha.

April main, main Chicago gaya to 'Devon' pe mil gaya. 

Kehne laga: "Chal yaar Nihari kha ker jaana".. 

Main ne kaha: "Nahi yaar! abhi to dusre dostoN ke saath hun, phir kabhi.. Main tumhe phone karun ga".. 

Usne kaha: "Zaroor kerna. Zamana ho gaya gup lagaye. Kaun jaane! kal ho na ho"

Main ne phone hi nahi kiya. Jab milta, apni biwi ka dhukRa rota rehta. Wapas aa ker apne kaam kaaj main lag gaya. Aik hafte pehle pata laga Karim Missile ne biwi ke jhagroN se taang aa ker khud-kushi ker li.......

aaj 8 din guzar jaane pe bhi us ke alfaz mere kaan main gunjte hain: "kal ho na ho"

Choti si baat thi - aik phone call ki - 

jis ka malal mujeh saari umar rahe ga. 

Shayed woh dil ke baat keh paata. 

Shayed us ke dukhoN ke 'venting' ho jaati. 

Shayed main use bacha paata