Fajar ki azan ki goonj gaon ki thandi hawaon mein tair rahi hai. Zayn masjid se namaz parh kar wapas aata hai toh raste mein uski mulaqat phir se UMAR se hoti hai. Umar ek choti si tehni (branch) se mitti par kuch lakeerein khench raha hai.
ZAYN
(Umar ke paas baithte hue)
Itni subah subah kya bana rahe ho, Umar?
UMAR
(Masoomiyat se)
Bhaiya, main shehar ka naqsha bana raha hoon. Mere abbu wahan kaam karte hain. Woh kehte hain wahan ghar asman ko chote hain. Kya wahan log bhi asman jitne bare hote hain?
Zayn muskurata hai, magar uski muskurahat mein thori udasi hai. Woh wahi mitti par baith jata hai, apne qeemti shehri kapron ki parwah kiye baghair.
ZAYN
Nahi Umar, wahan ghar toh bare hote hain, magar logon ke dil aksar chote ho jate hain. Sab itni jaldi mein hote hain ke ek doosre ko dekhna hi bhool jate hain.
Zayn apne jeb se apna mobile phone nikaalta hai. Screen abhi bhi Reza ke missed calls aur messages se bhara hua hai. Woh screen ko dekhta hai, phir Umar ki banayi hui mitti ki lakeeron ko.
ZAYN
(Ek faisla karte hue)
Umar, kya tum mujhe dikhaoge ke is gaon mein sab se oonchi jagah kaun si hai? Jahan se poora gaon dikhta ho?
UMAR
(Uchal kar khara hote hue)
Ji bhaiya! Woh purani pahari... wahan se toh sab kuch dikhta hai! Chalein?
Zayn uthta hai aur phone ka power button zor se dabata hai. Screen par "Power Off" ka option aata hai, aur Zayn bina jhijhak use switch off kar deta hai. Woh kaali screen ab ek aaine ki tarah thi, jis mein Zayn ko apna chehra pehli baar thaka hua nahi, balki pur-ummeed lag raha tha.
Dono pahari ki taraf barhte hain. Jab woh choti par pahunchte hain, toh sooraj nikal raha hota hai. Sonehri roshni kheton aur kachay gharon par aise par rahi hai jaise kisi ne noor bikhair diya ho.
ZAYN
(Gehri saans lete hue)
Wahan shehar mein hum sooraj ko imarton ke peeche dhoondte thay... yahan sooraj khud humein dhoond leta hai.
Zayn wahan baith kar apni diary nikaalta hai. Woh "Green City Project" ki file nahi thi, balki uske apne jazbaat ka naya panna tha.
AMMI JAAN (Peeche se aati hui)
Jab insaan bulandi par khara hota hai Zayn, toh use ehsaas hota hai ke duniya kitni choti hai aur Khaliq kitna bara.
Zayn mud kar dekhta hai. Ammi Jaan wahan khari thi, unke chehre par wahi pur-sukoon muskurahat thi jo Zayn ke liye ab sab se bari rahnumayi ban gayi thi.
ZAYN
Ammi Jaan, maine faisla kar liya hai. Main wapas jaon ga... magar is liye nahi ke main un ki daur ka hissa banoon. Main is liye jaon ga taake unhe bata sakoon ke sukoon kahan hai. Main wahan reh kar bhi gaon ki is khamoshi ko apne andar zinda rakhoon ga.