Turning back to past
It was 14th February. Rashmi was busy munching her tangy potato chips sitting on a cemented chair on the platform number 4 of the Aligarh station. The platform was almost empty. The track appeared to begin and end nowhere. The cables seemed levitating because the poles could not be seen. The chill on the nose tip made her feel nose-less. "I mean really? Look at this. It should have been spring by now. Global warming? Where is it? I suppose Trump was right?" She babbled to herself. "What a stupid thought? Oh Shut up, Rashmi!" she reprimanded herself. Her phone buzzed. It was a railway update. "The train number..... is running late by two hours and is scheduled to arrive at 07:40. We regret the inconvenience." "Thank you." she murmured to herself irritatingly and then looked at the time. 7:10. Still half an hour to wait. After a while, she thought, "What if the loco pilot gets disoriented by the fog and rams the train into the platform?"...