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Rated: E · Short Story · Emotional · #2195784
This story is about how thing's don't always go with our expectation.
A gifted morning in which ray of light kisses to my eyes, where warmness of this cold winter hug’s me in my blanket and a soft voice of this morning says wake up! Please wake up and it's her voice, yes the reason why this morning is different is she, she is the ray of today’s sunlight, it’s her warmness which hug’s me And it’s her voice which pleasing to my ear. She is waking me up because today we are going home and it’s our last few moments to spend together. Me and sanaya are going home today because semester has ended and winter holidays has been started, the time I am talking about was a bit in hurry because time was also jealous of us, seeing that how much we love each other, my train was already on platform so I was running hard to catch it. I got inside the train and the train started running. I got my seat and sanaya was running along with train and telling me like my mom does that take care of yourself and your stuff and call me as soon as you reach home. Now the train left the platform, her train was a bit delay, after that day when I reached home I called her but her phone was unreachable maybe she was still on the train so in evening I tried again and again but I failed to connect , I didn’t had her any other number it was one month gone and I didn’t speak to her, now I went back and when I reached my flat everything was kept as it is, I just throw my bag and ran to her college I saw Tanya, her friend I asked her where is sanaya ?
That time after what she said I was frozen like my body was buried in ice, my tears were coming from my eyes and passing through my chicks to the ground when I just got to know that her train had accident and she died in that , I never got a chance to say good bye, one last goodbye because I was in so hurry, I didn’t know that it was our last moment together.
So if you love someone just tell them how much you do each and every day. Because time will never come back.

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