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Real Answers Unknown

Rush hour time,hustle bustle all around In the moonlight company of stars, she was afraid of travelling alone worried about reaching home safely though she had company it was like doing favour compelled as companion was her friend. they hardly spoke as both had tiring day train picked speed, trees racing against us, cold breeze kissing our faces both going ahead towards respective homes later slowly it became crowded finally my station came, i waved at her and she moved along the train was a hectic day i must say, as i walk down.. I see him waiting for me... he said he saw me boarding the same train but his station was far ahead... he told he got down to see whether i got down safely or no.. he knew i was first time train traveller... oh... i never expected it... i knew that wasn't true loss of words as our eye met, felt that time should stand still, no longer afraid to reach home late wanted him to be my companion i questioned him why did u get down? got a silly answer but still asked again was waiting to hear the real answer... but he being obstinate refused to say anything i felt something different, knew it was mutual... his eyes conveyed to me then came the next train, i asked again he smiled, waving me and boarded the train leaving me misty eyed i too waved back those minutes spend were too short and wanted those to last gone with those beautiful memories i moved ahead for home i called her my friend who was with me, told her all she said u know the answer may be i know just wanna listen from him.. the real anwers known...unknown

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Date: 2/20/2011 11:45:00 PM
Welcome back to the site. This is an impressive entry full of vivid descriptiveness.
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Date: 2/20/2011 4:12:00 PM
Beautiful and creative write with nice expressions, Pooja
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