Her amber orbs hiding little bubbles of dreams, she rested her chin side upon one side of the window, taking in the smells of the mud, the water and burning logs wafting in. Her palm slowly flipped another page of the book lying on her lap - a book she'd held onto for an hour but hadn't read a single word of. The afternoon was largely quiet. Except of course for the rhythmic melody of chuk chuk that the train was playing on its own on tracks. Tracks that were littered with nature's red pearls against shawls of white and blue.
Tracks...
'Careful... the gap's wide there'
No, she wasn't in London anymore. She was on her way back home. And there were no such overhead announcements anywhere around here. But somehow, she hadn't stopped hearing those words every time that she was about to get on or off a train.'Hmmm...'Picking up her phone, she switched on the screen.There were many missed calls that hadn't been returned, many Whatsapp messages she hadn't responded to yet. 'Later...'With a silvery sigh, she scrolled down through her long list contacts. till her fingers slowed down when they reached 'M'.And then, stopped.A languid smile prodded at her pink lips. 'Should I?'
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