Date: 10/06/2025
It was a dusky evening at Guwahati Railway Station. My train was delayed, and I sat quietly on a wooden bench, watching people rush past like time itself. That’s when I saw him — an old man in a white kurta, frayed around the edges, his eyes scanning the horizon as if waiting for someone who may never return.
He looked at me, smiled gently, and asked, “May I sit?”
I nodded.
For a while, we didn’t speak. Then, he whispered, “Do you travel to remember, or to forget?”
I looked at him, startled.
“To feel,” I replied.
He smiled again. “That’s rare.”
We didn’t exchange names. But I knew this would not be our only conversation.( To be continued )
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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