My eyes are still burning , but I have to wake up . . the hens are yet to cackle , the birds still to start their chirping , the sun still is busy lighting the other side of globe . . and the minute hand of my wristwatch is in 90 degrees in anti-clockwise direction with hour hand . . . it's just an hour me and my friends are rushin' to catch the train . . . as always we keep a word with our traditions i.e last minute running . . thank god! we got in the train . . . but the sleep had all of us . . a beep sound had our sleep vanished . . . it was six and way too early time for aishwarya to message nakul . . but then she too , like us had a journey to go on with and her day was no different from us that day . . .but our paths were opposite . . . it was hour since and it was clear that we would be reachin' station after aishwarya's train has already started . . hence they decided to wave each other when our trains cross . . and those moments of waiting till the train in opposite track ran parallel to us was when I could see a surge of excitement in my friend nakul's face . . .he was searchin' with desperate eyes for her ? never did he seem to me so desperate . . . never a prospect of meeting or talking to an old dear friend had his adrenalin rush the way just sayin' a good bye to his new friend had him . . .and i found myself sunk into a deep thought , to find an answer to this kind of difference in reaction of my dear friend nakul ?? and answer . . . am thinking :P
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