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arrying a backpack, I saw her walking towards the railway track.
I have been staying in the verdant lane since the time I remember. I love the peacefulness and the sound of train disrupting the silence. I specifically adore it when I see children frantically waving at me. I wag back.
Generally, I don’t see any human beings striding along those railway lanes unless there is any breakdown.
But, when I saw her in that pathway, I knew something was wrong. I ran helplessly behind her.
However, she jumped on a running train and lay crushed in front me.
I barked. I howled.
PS: Thanks Rochelle for this wonderful image prompt!
PPS: I am here after a looooooooong time. Really missed you!!!