THE TRAIN WHISTLED, signaling its departure from Kanpur Junction. Rohit Arora, with his dull eyes, was gazing at the receding platform and fading faces of people; his hairs unkempt by the wind and dust in the air. He was lighting his 7th cigarette after he sat for Daltonganj from Delhi. His eyes, sleepless for last three nights with glum and melancholy contained in them, were not looking for beautiful ladies in the bogie whom he usually watched while on a train journey! He was staring straight outside the window at everything that passed by. He was seeing the world with his eyes, running trees, incessant people, unstoppable rivers, calm mountains, chirruping birds and everything else. He was all alone in his world!
Only two days back, his girlfriend left him all by himself. He could not pass the Civil Services Entrance Exam for the third time in his life, which…
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