Log kehte hain: “Behen to ghar ki raunak hoti hai.” Par kabhi kabhi woh raunak banne ke chakkar mein, apna bachpan kho deti hai. 

Uska Naam Nimra Tha…

Chhoti si thi jab maa bimar ho gayi… Toh Nimra ne khud ko maa bana liya.

Breakfast banana, bhai ka uniform tayyar karna, Ghar ke kamre sambhalna sab kuch.Usne kabhi gudiya se nahi khela, Bas chhoti chhoti zimmedariyon ke saath badi ho gayi.

“Tum chhoti ho, lekin samajhdar bohat ho,” har koi kehta tha. Lekin kisi ne yeh nahi socha, ke samajhdar banne ka matlab hota hai — dil sambhalna jab toot raha ho. 

Ghar Mein Uski Awaaz Kam Thi… Kaam Zyada

Chhoti behen hoti thi, par emotions nahi dikha sakti thi. Kisi ne dekha nahi kab usne rona chhod diya… Aur hansna sirf auron ke liye seekh liya.

Usne naye kapre chhoti behen ke liye chor diye. Apne birthday pe sirf cake ka photo liya, Khaaya nahi kyunke sab ke liye kam pad jata.

“Apni cheezein chhod dena uska tareeqa tha pyar karne ka.” 

Wo Kab Badi Ban Gayi, Pata Hi Nahi Chala

Kabhi maa ban gayi, kabhi therapist. Har dard ko samajhne wali, Lekin apna dard kisi ko samjha nahi saki.

Jab uski shaadi ki baat chali, Sab ne kaha:

“Isse better koi nahi.”

Par Nimra ne sirf ek baar kaha:

“Kya main bhi kabhi sirf Nimra ban sakti hoon? Behen nahi, caretaker nahi… bas

Nimra.” 

Urdu Quote:

“Wo chhoti thi, is liye sab kuch bardasht karti gayi…

Aur aakhir mein, uska andar ka bachpan bhi usse rooth gaya.”

Aakhir Mein…

Nimra aaj bhi waisa hi sab kuch karti hai Lekin ab kabhi kabhi diary likhti hai, Aur sirf apne liye ek coffee banati hai.

Wo seekh rahi hai:

Apni zarurat banna bhi pyar ka hissa hota hai. 

Closing Note:

This was Chapter 9 of The Unsaid Chapters

A quiet dedication to every chhoti behen who grew up before her time.

If you know someone like Nimra… remind her,

“Tu sirf sab ki zimmedari nahi hai — tu bhi kisi ki dua hai.” She deserves to be held too, not just hold everything together.