This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 38; the thirty-eighth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "The Woman on Platform Number 10"
The Woman On Platform Number Ten
Still I remember the day when, I met the woman on platform number 10.
Few years back,in the month of July, I was at station waiting for my train, Going to meet a client which on me rely, It was twenty passed ten,when rain began,
The place was silent except sound of thunders, Draped in white salwar-kameez with red border, Came she grabbing attention of me and few vendors, A mesmerising wet beauty of top order,
She came and sit beside me on bench, Smiled,greeted and asked my name, Sweet voice,her style in my heart made a love trench, Sure was I that she was feeling the same,
First time I don't blame railways for delay. At around midnight we took something to eat, and in each other's arms quietly we lay, A moment no other thing could beat.
But suddenly she stood as train approached and stopped, Hugged and kissed a man stepped down from the train, He was her husband! I was still and shocked, time pass for her was I all emotions were fake and in vain.
Why she did this to me was still a mystery,
Perhaps feeling safe in my company on that deserted place,
Her trust was for me now misery,
Never after that I found her trace,
But it's difficult to forget the day when, I met the woman on platform number 10.
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