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“`And I'm coming home now
On a dilapidated century old railway station, Rohini met Shihab; the chemistry was instantaneous. They were headed home on Eid eve, little did they know that the journey that lay ahead would be remarkable in more ways than one.
He came and sat beside me. Our eyes met; his look casual and uninterested. On a white shirt with a pair of jeans, a newspaper in his hand, he seemed untouched by the predicament we seemed to be in. He was not the obvious choice but a natural one.
She was a Greek goddess, helpless and disarrayed, seating on the bench at Selimpur junction. I was taken aback but did not lose my calm. Too nervous to make a positive impression I sat beside her - a spot illuminated by the lone light on the platform - and placed the daily paper in front of me.
I was always shy when it came to girls. Never went the extra mile to get introduced; never did anything actually other than keeping shut!
He gave me his phone and I called Dada! They were worried sick. I told him I would be late and asked him to be at the station to receive me. The train would be late, very late.
But she said “Thank you” made the call and all throughout spoke of the whole calamity in one deep breath. She spoke of the train being halted at this junction for the last two and a half hours, spoke of me as well.
“Do you want a cup of tea?”
It was like a scene straight out of a television drama, but as they say, truth is stranger than fiction.
This year we are once again taking the same train to Rajshahi. We would meet each other's family for the first time, although they did meet formally a few months earlier. This may just be the beginning of a wonderful story. Our story.
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