Was he a fool in love, or simply a fool, hanging from the handlebar of the train, lips split, blood dripping from various cuts, longing eyes shining in a battered face?
A voice spoke, clear through the din.
Ja Simran…!
His hands outstretched, a silent but compelling invitation. A girl, weighed down with bridal finery, sprinted along the speeding train, towards her destiny.
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Young love. Foolish dreams. Hopeless hope.
Yet, when their fingers found each other, the smells of the compartment receded, the chatter faded, and each heart filled with cheer. For a moment, everything was right with the world.
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Pic credit: Marcus Spiske from Pexel.com
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