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  • Writer's pictureAfsheen Khan

Destined Souls

We were at the same station hoping to board the same train to reach a sole destination. Somehow, he reached the right platform, however mistakenly I went on a different one. He was standing on the other side while I was smiling in hope. He stumbled but didn’t fall and couldn’t stretch his arm to call me out. It wasn’t the right time for us.

It was sadness in our eyes. It was love for the last time. Though, it wasn’t by choice but let me be on the wrong train. At least, if not me but he could reach his destination.

P.S. We’ll meet again if we are destined souls. Love you!
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