CHAPTER - 2
Every evening, Ayan sat at the railway station's Platform 3 bench. Not to travel. Just to watch people.
One rainy day, he noticed a girl sitting at the far end of the platform. Same place. Same time. Every day.
She never boarded a train.
She just stared at the tracks, holding a tiny music box.
After a week, curiosity won.
"Why do you come here every day?" Ayan asked, sitting at a distance.
The girl didn't look at him.
"Waiting," she said.
"For someone?"
"For a moment that already passed."
That answer stayed in Ayan's head all night.