The sky was black and fog was thick to the ground. The clicking noise of shoes rose from the end of the street and gained towards the train station.
The next train was going to Darjeeling from Delhi. It was a special train that carried many lost hopes and families going back home. Going back to what they knew in the small tea town.
She was among them, a lonely girl sent by the circumstances. Her face and body had brought her here at the request of fame. But she turned around just when she tasted the price. Her life was too beautiful in its struggles to let go of peace that she had.
As if to welcome her the sky was clear and it was sunny as she got out the train onto the small platform in the town. Suddenly stuck in the throng of people that now occupied the small town nostalgia for space grew in.
Nothing was enough, ever. Not peace, space, lack of space, he, herself…nothing.