The station had four platforms; One and Four were on the either side of platform Two and Three who shared the same base.
The Wind passing by the platform heard one of the empty Benches there whisper to the other, “Platform One and Four are always far from the other. But look at Two and Three. They are always there for each other.”
Platform Three was silent but Two replied, “It’s not how it looks. Even though we were built on the same foundation, we have been catering to different trains ever since.”
The Wind sighed and moved on.
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17 comments:
sweet and simple....but as always wid a deep meaning hidden :P
You just described me with your comment :D ... thanks !!
Waah waah! Hats off to your imagination! Benches Talking!! :D :)
I hope that's not the only thing that appealed to you in the post :) Thanks anyway :D
Nice one bud...
hmmmmm.........
nice to see the novo-touch again,loved this one dea...
it is one thing to be physically separated,its another thing to be near,apparently close,very much together...but...serving different purposes,leading towards different directions and drifting apart every single moment..lovely...refreshing...awesome...and kinda sad......very much "u"
You,like always, delve deep to carve something unknown out of the known.
Thanks Bhaizaan :))
And thank you Antara :))
Thank you Ananya :)
thoughtful...
keep it up...
hey Novoneel Do u understand Bengali?.then u cn under stand,
"Nodir epaar kohe chariya nishyash, o parete sarbo sukh aamar biswas.
Nodir o par boshi dhirgyo sash chare, Ache jaha sukh ta sokoli epare."
Kya baat Debajit!! Khoob shundor!! :)
I have always heard about your stories.. today read a few too.. the way you think and write, amazing! :)
Thanks Chitranshi!!
sometyms we are so togethr nd yet so apart. feels lyk a family setup... ol tied by blood, ol alone in thoughts.
U as always dwells to d inner side...nicely weaved wid feelings..
Thanks!
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