“I was here waiting for him, on the platform with my luggage; as delighted I was to see the train approaching – to start a new life with him, to make a world of our own, to get away from the rain, his absence made me panic though I knew he wouldn’t betray me, for I knew how important was it for him the new life we planned, and still made me doubt if the nervousness finally caught up with him “
“He didn’t come and the plan was for both of us to go together, so i didn’t board the train, instead I waited for him and I missed my train, as it whistled past me gaining speed carrying my hopes and dreams, taking my new life away, I stood here helpless, unable to fathom how he could abandon me, rain wiping tears off my face.”
“His friend came and told that he met with an accident on the way to the railway station and my anguish heightened when I learned that I cannot join the new route he took by catching any train.”
“But that did not answer my question – why are you coming here every year on the same day, wait till the train comes and leaves after it goes?”, asked the puzzled station master.
“We made the plan dear; waiting for him I weaved the beautiful days ahead for us which no sun ever brought me in the last 20 years and coming back here I take a glimpse at what it could have been, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
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