It was a cold evening, Girish was on time. The chill wind gushing through the lonely, silent station was unbearable. His distracted mind was reminded about the present situation by the clatter of his teeth and shivering body, numb and senseless finger tips. He quickly went for his neatly folded thick jacket well kept in his backpack.

Now he felt warm and fuzzy, hugging himself with his both arm around his body a warm smile floated up to his lips. Quickly grabbing the phone for light as he had to walk fifteen minutes down the central road, he again got reminded about Mira ; Slowly the smile sank beneath the depressed, gloomy face.

It was half past seven when Girish reached home. His tired, gloomy face was enough for his mother to understand the matter. So she asked few times pretending to be unaware of that but Girish said nothing. Following his daily routine, Girish atlast gave up to his tiredness and decided to fall asleep.

In his subconscious mind the thought of Mira, time spent with her, remembering her all started stitching up in an unknown, wired, irregular fashion giving rise to a full picture, where he sees her back to Rudrapur; the...