Kanpur Junction, August 14,2015. 9:37 pm. The train was late. Only one girl stood on platform number 4 - Radha . A black diary in her hand , red eyes, her father in the hospital . a soldier came from afar - Arun. He was on leave, going to Lucknow. He was Radha and stopped.
"The train is late... Do you need someone to accompany you?"
Radha said, "Just be quiet.|"
Arun remained silent. He took dairy milk from his pocket and placed it near her . Radha ate it without looking . The train arried. They boarded different compartments. At the next station, Arun changed compartments. "Where do you want to get off?" "Kanpur."
"Me too." (I lied, because his ticket was to Lucknow.)
The talked all night - without mentioning name. When they reached Kanpur, Radha handed me a piece of paper. On it was simply written: "If the train is late again, remember me." A year later, the same date same platform. Rain. Radha brought chocolates. Arun smiled, "Is it still sweet?"
Then every year on August 14th, they continued to meet -- only at Auraiya station. One hour. One tea. No phone calls. No long message. Just glances and that old diary. Today, twenty year later, they still sit at the tea stall. the children ask, "Where did Mom and Dad get married?" Arun laughs, "In Auraiya."
The children say, "Hey, that's not even a city! Radha secretly takes Arun's hand and says, "Not a city, son ... it's breath." Last paragraph
Love isn't always about big promises. sometimes love is just a chocolate, a silence, a late train. And love is about staying faithful for years. If you're ever about to give up, remember_ if you find the right person, no matter how lte the train is, they'll wait.
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