Weeping Rain

His eyes were looking for someone, as he boarded the train to Dehradun. The clouds were roaring and the whole platform was blanketed by dense fog. The train blew the final siren. His heart was pounding to get a glimpse of the person he was waiting for. Suddenly, he could hear the sound of trinkets. It was her but this time sad. It started raining and he could see tears rolling down her eyes. There was something which he was leaving behind. Didn’t want to go; didn’t want to stay. That day he saw rains but from her eyes...