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Ek ladki thi… uske phone mein ek draft message pada rehta tha. Message simple tha: “Main change karna chahti hoon… but I don’t know how to start.” Wo message wo roz kholti thi… thoda edit karti… phir back kar deti. Send kabhi nahi hota. Uski zindagi bhi usi message jaisi ho gayi thi — half-written, never sent. Log usko dekh kar kehte: “Wo strong hai.” Magar andar se wo khud ko keh rahi thi: “Main ready hi nahi hoon.” Ek din wo apne phone ko dekhte hue ruk gayi… aur bolti hai: “Main kab tak sirf