Zindagi mein kai baar aise mod aate hain jab humein lagta hai ki hum kisi ajeeb aur anjaane raaste par nikal pade hain. Kabhi kabhi, yeh raaste kisi island ki tarah lagte hain—alag, anokhe aur apni hi duniya mein base hue. Aise hi ek island ki kahani hai, jahan ek samay anomalies thi, par aaj sirf ek cheez wahan reh gayi hai—ek bonsai.
Yeh island ek samay mysteries se bhara pada tha. Koi kehta tha ki wahan waqt ruk jata hai, toh koi manta tha ki wahan jaane wale kabhi wapas nahi aate. Lekin waqt ke saath, sab kuch badal gaya. Dheere dheere, sab kuch shant ho gaya, aur sirf ek bonsai bacha, jo yahan ki kahani sunata hai.
Bonsai ek chhoti si ped ki tarah lagta hai, par uske andar ek pura jungle basa hota hai. Yeh ek aisi cheez hai jo samay ke saath badhta hai, lekin uski shakal aur asal kabhi nahi badalti. Island ki tarah, bonsai bhi ek ajeeb duniya ko sametkar rakhta hai. Pehle jo island ek ajeeb si energy se bhara tha, ab sirf ek shant aur gehri kahani bacha ke rakhta hai.
Kahi na kahi, yeh island aur bonsai humare jeevan ka ek pratik hai. Hum sab apni zindagi mein kisi na kisi island par jaate hain—koi aise mod par aata hai jahan sab kuch anjaana lagta hai, toh koi kisi anomaly ka hissa ban jata hai. Lekin aakhir mein, sab kuch shant ho jata hai. Hum us bonsai ki tarah reh jaate hain—safarnama likhne wale, yaadien sambhalne wale.
Toh agar kabhi zindagi aapko kisi ajeeb island par le jaye, toh ghabrane ki zaroorat nahi. Jaane dijiye waqt ko, samet lijiye yaadein, aur us bonsai ki tarah jeena seekhiye—jo har tufan ke baad bhi wahin rehta hai, sab kuch sametkar. Kyunki kahaniyan sirf anomalies ke baare mein nahi hoti, balki un jagahon ke baare mein bhi hoti hain jahan aakhir mein sirf ek bonsai bacha rehta hai.