Flag waved and
train started moving slowly. I hugged her. I kissed her. She was like statue. I
urged her to talk. "Rammi…please
speak out…I will be in touch with you dear as now…please send me with smile.
Rammmmmi……you damn it….speak out idiot…"
But she didn’t even respond
to my words. I insisted her friend, Mia to take her to her room. My friends dragged
me as the train was started moving and picked its speed. I was forced to drag
my hand from holding her as she was holding me tightly. My friends pushed me
into the moving train. She was like statue as showing her hand not to go. Tears
rolled down from our eyes. She was still there though I was telling her to go
back to her place. I tried her number but she didn’t pick up. She refused to talk
to me when I tried reaching her through Mia's number.
Sana Parwin Jee is an MCA graduate and from the software field, a boring developer has now turned into a happy author. She is working in one of the software giant and is bagged up with a project from a well-known bank. She loves writing articles and short stories. This is her debut novel. She is currently living with her family, in Bengaluru. Other than writing, she loves cricket, music and trying multi-cuisine food—cooking as well as tasting.