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She was travelling by train when she thought about him .They weren't related by blood. They met in college, became friends, he fulfilled her need of having a person close but no major restrictions and expectations. He did that flawlessly. That's all she knew. She longed to know what he thought of her. Of course she wasn't the most obedient person around him. They disagreed, she used to lose her demeanour and blabber whatever came to her heart, ultimately apologising for her reaction but not leaving her firm opinions unspoken. Their relationship wasn't public. Just a few friends knew about them and no one spoke a word beyond what was needed. The balance was perfect between them. The disclosures and the privacy, the secrets, held in heart or revealed with tears, the space they gave to each other yet being just a click away when needed.


She thought about the day they first met without considering time-boundaries. She was just out from work-related trouble. He was just back from a trip. They decided to meet. They spent good time talking about each and everything they had in their minds- career confusions , relationship and family life discussions, things they did what they didn't want to do and what missed out what they were desperate for. It was the first time they met after chatting everyday for almost 2 years now. They did see each other in college (they studied from the same place) but never really got time to get out of the worldly chaos to do what they appreciated inside their hearts.


As she was travelling with her family, she had the luxury to disconnect herself from the happenings around her and think in solitude. There was no network. She had no option to text him. Just the thoughts kept her in a rather happy company. 

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