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Train Tracks

September 9, 2012

By fidgetyfrog, Panchkula, India

The silence of the night was shattered as the train emerged out of the tunnel, only the moon lighting its way.

I looked out of the window, the shadowy figures, almost unrecognizable now, moving slowly across my screen. This wasn’t my first time travelling late. My job needed me to attend a lot of meetings wide spread as they were, and well, I needed my job.

Reaching into my trusty leather bag and second home, I took out a rather worn out book. Flipping through the pages I took in its smell. Old books have an enchanting smell of libraries, adventures and ancient secrets.

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