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R Rajat Verma

Drama Romance Tragedy


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R Rajat Verma

Drama Romance Tragedy


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I was sitting alone on the platform, waiting for my train. This was the first time when I actually have a home to go. I was passing my time on the phone, chatting with friends. My friend Amisha video called me, I was talking to her. She told me that she is in love with me. I was happy inside but surprised too because she never made me realized that she is in love with me. I was happy, this was the feeling of cloud nine. 


I replied to her I love you by using sign language, she was so happy. The train came, I board, finding my seat. I found a gentleman sitting on the seat, I showed him my ticket. He stood up and moved, I settled my bag, lied on my seat as it was the first berth. An old man came and asked me If I can move to the upper berth, I nod. 


Once again I was involved in my phone, at night a feel hungry, so I draw my lunchbox ate my food prepared by Amisha. I was happy and ate eagerly. I felt like strangulation so I looked for water. My water bottle was empty, the uncle to whom I gave my seat, offered me his bottle but I can't take that. He drank water in front of me to make me assure the water is safe, I immediately took his bottle, drank water. 


I thanked him, he pats on my head with his love. He went to sleep. I was done, I feel like need to go the loo. I went and came back to my berth, till the time I was in berth the train stopped at any platform, not remember which one. I came back to my seat, surprised to see my actual berth empty. I looked here and there, maybe the old man left the train. 


I was resting in my proper seat again, drank the juice given by Amrit my brother's friend. In the morning as the train reached my hometown, I was feeling heavy. My father was pushing a vehicle, on I was lying, as the big glass door opened, I found myself going for operation and was witnessing my mother's pain. 


"How can someone harm my son? God already punished him by not making him able to speak, and now he is fighting with death." Dad was hiding his emotions, the doctor came to the family and said he's no more.


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