Rahul walked slowly alongside the tracks. Fed up of the monotony of it all, he wondered if he should end it. Everything seemed meaningless without his sweet Sheela. He wasn’t allowed to meet her since she fell ill. Suddenly, he heard a voice, “Rahul, stop it! That toy train of yours is driving me mad!”
“You don’t bring me flowers any more!” she had cried yesterday.
He bought yellow roses on his way to meet her that evening. On the card he wrote, ‘To the love of my life!’
“Look what I brought for you, sweetheart!”
“My favorite,” she said flashing him a toothless smile. “But who are you?”