Two Stranger, One Journey
The train left the platform just as the evening sky began to soften. People hurried past, luggage scraped the floor, and somewhere a whistle echoed. I had the window seat—my usual choice—hoping the moving scenery would keep my thoughts company. A few minutes later, she took the seat across from me. We didn’t speak at first. Strangers rarely do. We exchanged a brief, polite glance, the kind that says I see you, but I won’t intrude . She pulled out a book. I put my earphones in, though no music played. The train settled into its rhythm, and silence became comfortable. Somewhere after the first station, the tea seller passed by. I ordered one without thinking. When he asked her, she hesitated, then shook her head. A moment later, I handed her my extra cup. “Thank you,” she said, surprised. That was the beginning. We talked about small things—the delays, the weather, how trains always make time feel slower and faster at the same time. She was traveling back after visiting her mother...