Journey

Point Of View: Amayra

Rishi was standing with his well-known smirk on his face. He was in black jeans and a shirt and grey jacket. A little odd for a train journey, I guess.

“What are you doing here”? I asked surprisingly.

He took the handkerchief from his pocket and gave it to me. I looked at the handkerchief and then back to him confusingly.

He then motioned me to wipe my eyes, where tears were still stricken.

I awkwardly took the handkerchief and wiped my eyes.

He took it back and smiled.

“I think this is your first time you’re going home after that new relationship”.

“That relationship”? I asked as my mind was still on Karan.

“I mean your relationship with Karan”. He explained.

I nodded shyly.

He chuckled and said, “you didn’t change. Still same, a cry baby when have to leave someone alone”.

When he said this, then I remembered when he left for abroad after high school for higher education. I cried very hard as he was my only best friend.

We spent so much time together that others