It was a winter evening at Sealdah railway station. The fog was slowly covering the track, and the loudspeaker was announcing delayed train again and again.
Arjun stood near platform no. 3, holding a cup of tea, waiting for his train to krishnanagar. He was tired after a long day of college classes in Kolkata.
Just then, a sudden rush of wind blew a scarf across the platform. The scarf landed near his feet.
"Excuse me.... that's mine," a soft voice said.
Arjun looked up. A girl stood a few steps away, slightly embarrassed, her hair dancing in the wind. Her name was Meera. She had come to the city for an exam and was also waiting for a train.
That small moment - a flying scarf and a simple " thank you" - became the beginning of something unexpected.
Thair train were late. So they talked.
First about the weather.
Then about studies.
Then about dreams.
Meera wanted to become a teacher. Arjun dreamers to started his own business. They laughed about silly things, shared stories about strict professors, and realised they were both terrible at mathematics.
Hours passed, but it felt like minutes.
Finally, the announcement came - Meera train first. She looked at him and smiled.
" Maybe we'll meet again," she said.
Arjun nodded, though he wasn't sure fate worked that way.
But sometimes, destiny likes railway platforms.
A week later, while attending a college seminar in kalyani, Arjun saw a familiar face in the crowd.
It was Meera.
This time, there was no flying scarf.
No fog.
No delay.
Just two smiles that knew this wasn't coincidence.
And that's how thair story truly began - not with dramatic music and grand gestures, but with a simple act of kindness on platform no. 3.
Because sometimes, love doesn't arrive like a Strom. It comes quietly.... like a train slowly entering the platform.🚇💕