Train at down, Misty Platform, Morel Story

Train at down, Misty Platform

Viraj sat by the train window, watching the world pass by. Each station felt like a forgotten chapter from his past. Across from him sat a young woman—headphones on, fiddling with her camera, occasionally jotting something down in her diary.

With a gentle smile, Viraj asked, “Do you look for stories in journeys too?”

The girl looked up, slightly surprised, then smiled, “Yes. Maybe every traveler carries a story within.”

“So, what’s your story?” Viraj asked with curiosity.

“I’m Aditi,” she replied. “Traveling alone… for the first time. Some relationships were left behind... and now I’m on a journey to find myself.”

Viraj fell silent, as if her words had stirred something long buried within him.

After a brief pause, Aditi asked, “Have you ever traveled alone?”

Viraj smiled faintly, “Not just traveled… I’m still traveling alone. My wife passed away six years ago. My daughter lives abroad. And I… I wander under the guise of writing stories, just to avoid getting used to being alone.”

Aditi became a little more serious. “But people say that every journey is better with company… ‘Two is better than one,’ isn’t that the saying?”

Viraj took a deep breath and said,

“Maybe some journeys are meant to bring us back to ourselves. And if someone else walks along… we might never hear our own voice.”

Aditi softly responded, “You're right. I was in a relationship — we were two, yet I lost myself. That’s why I’m taking this journey alone. Maybe to find the real me again.”

The train halted at a quiet, foggy station. Outside, there was mist and silence. Viraj pointed to the window and said,

“See… this station isn’t anyone’s destination. Yet every train stops here for a moment. Like some people in our lives — they stay for a little while… then move on. Not every companionship is meant to last forever.”

For the first time, Aditi offered him her diary and said, “If you'd like… write something in it. So this journey has a memory.”

Viraj smiled and wrote:

“Some journeys are meant to be taken alone,

Where the path matters more than the destination…

And when no shadow walks beside you,

That’s when you truly come to know yourself.”

The train moved again…

Two strangers had shared a small part of each other’s journey.

But they both knew — this journey, in its essence, was meant to be traveled alone.