Excerpt from Onion Tears (on Trains)

Summaya only loved certain people. People like her, who craved the quietness of life. Who were left behind on the platform while the rest of the world climbed onto the train to take them Somewhere. Any place just so long as it took them. And the stragglers would shuffle behind with their hands in their pockets and wetness in their eyes.

But sometimes. Sometimes Summaya didn’t feel like straggling. She felt like running. Running and panting after the moving train, begging it to stop and let her on board.”

Onion Tears

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  1. Whoever had train journeys as an essential part of their childhood years can sense the unsaid in this excerpt. Your words string pictures – living, breathing pictures. Thanks Shubnum. 🙂

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