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Prologue - Part I was a narration of how two strangers met unexpectedly in a journey by train and how they got to know each other. This one narrates the end of that journey by train and reveals what those strangers really turned into. Howsoever If you missed out Part I,  Click here to view Part I . Train finally reached at my destination, I got off the train with little hesitation. Too many thoughts were racing in my brain, Whether I would get to meet this person again. We both were sad as it was time to say goodbye, She too had to reach her destination in limited time. Dismally waved my hand to wish 'Bon Voyage' to my companion, I was praying to God, that again I may get to meet this champion. As soon as the train left, I unlocked my mobile Opened Facebook and searched for her profile Failed to find her account, searched for it again, Ah, No luck and cursed myself for not doing that in train. Everything was changed in a moment, Now t...

Prologue - This is a narrative poem about my friend, who taught me a valuable life lesson, "Things that we love the most, comes most unexpectedly." When I saw her for the first time, How I felt, my words can't describe, My body instantly got a rush of adrenaline, When I caught sight of smile so dazzling. She was sitting calmly on a train window seat, Seemed liked pondering something very deep, She was stranger to me, I was anonymous to her, But life had some different plans for us. Through eye contact, we connected with each other, Or just secretly checked out, how we differ. Might be, we were hesitant to break the ice, But somehow, I showed the courage to say 'Hi'!! Sweetly she replied and passed her radiant smile, Felt like, a beat was skipped by the heart. From here our chitchat got a start, And once it began, it never took a halt. We started to share our train of thoughts, Like what we think of life, deaths...

Yesterday night was something different, Heard of someone who was in so much pain, Someone who was mercilessly gripped in chain, That hardship tale will never get out of my Brain. Listening to that I tried too hard to not to cry, But I am a boy so accordingly my cheeks should be dry, Even if I want to outcry, aptly I have to deny, Because they said, "Boys don't cry," but "Boys do cry," yes they do cry. Haunted with some scary memories, she will wake up screaming, But everyone said that she made it up or she was dreaming. She could do nothing about that, so she laid down and cried, All those times when she said she was fine, she lied, yes she lied! Sometimes she will just sit there and stare at the ceiling, Calming herself down so she can have an easier time breathing. Everyone was just messing up with her, helping instead, With or without them, she thought she would be better off dead. I still not understood how she smiles so sweetly and c...

Do you remember those old peaceful days, Not having so much difficulties to face, When you were not expected to do anything hard, Without doing anything, you were more than smart. Do you remember that golden childhood time, During school, before recess taking a lunch bite. Parle G was the only known brand at that time, The only concern was to find a thief in 'Raja Mantri Chor Sipahi.' Do you remember faking health issue just to bunk school, How making pillow castles and card palaces was more than cool, Playing with paper boats and airplanes was so much fun, And how easily you transformed your ruler scale into gun. Do you remember playing games on notebook backside, How riding bicycle gave a sense of pride, Being a backbencher, you were not considered bright, But who gives a damn, you still gonna play pen-fight. Do you remember watching Pokemon at 5 and Beyblade at 5:30, How difficult it was to choose between Cartoon Network and Disney, Watching stuff like...