Mera naam Amanda hai, aur main sirf 10 saal ki hoon. Log kehte hain ki bachche zyada nahi samajhte, par main jaanti hoon—aisi baatein jo shayad mujhe nahi pata honi chahiye. Mujhe pata hai ki hamare ghar ke kone-kone mein raaz chupe hain. Mujhe pata hai ki raat ke dheere-dheere shabd sirf sapne nahi hote. Aur mujhe ye bhi pata hai ki duniya utni surakshit nahi jitni mummy-papa ne dikhane ki koshish ki thi.
Mere papa mazboot hain, ekdum sakht niyamon wale. Unka kehna hai ki hamesha sach bolna chahiye, par agar sach jhoot se bhi zyada daravana ho toh? Meri mummy bohot pyaari hain, hamesha mera haath thaam kar rakhti hain, hamesha kahaniyan sunati hain taaki main hunsaku. Par unki aankhon ki udaasi bhi main mehsoos kar sakti hoon.
Phir wo din aaya. Wo din jiske baare mein koi baat nahi karna chahta. Wo din jisne hamare ghar ki hawa ko thanda aur bhaari bana diya. Ab mujhe apni kahani batani hogi. Kyunki agar maine nahi batai, toh shayad koi bhi kabhi nahi jaan payega ki us raat asal mein kya hua tha.
Yeh hoon main. Aur yeh hai meri sachchai.