We both were very much moved by this gesture of his and thanked him effusively and shook hands with him.
As she turned, she felt something pulling her toward this stranger. He was a foreigner, a complete strange rbut she felt a strong connection
I closed my eyes for a few moments and opened them with some hope, it was the same unknown face. Gingerly touching my face, I couldn’t make any difference, but the mirror couldn’t lie.
We both chit chatted for another ten minutes, mostly whereabouts the travel and she gave a dry run about herself. She was an entrepreneur and an explorer then she moved on to her seat.
Maithili had so much to explain and wanted to give answers to Kabir’s complaints but she preferred to remain silent and was having a bright smile on her face. That smile was describing the joy of meeting Kabir after so long.
The voice definitely sounded like my son’s. His call for help. But it was a stranger who was mimicking my son’s voice. To this day I have not been able to put my finger on it.
I notice a girl from the crowd calling his name and walking towards him. The smile on his face made it very obvious that it was none other than his girlfriend.
The night was horrible as it rained heavily. The writer was at odds with life yet surviving. A strange event unfolds that night and ends in tragedy.
Sometimes you need brake from everything to get fresh start. Sometime you need to be with someone who don’t judge. A Stranger would be the best for.