The women in the Platform no.8
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- A 12 year old schoolboy named Arun was sitting the platform number 8 at Ambala station with his suitcase. It was his time to return to his school, so he sat on platform no.8 at Ambala station. His train would arrive probably at midnight. So, he continued to walk up and down the platform feeding biscuits to the stray dogs and searching books from the bookstall.
- It was his time to return to his school, so he sat on platform no.8 at Ambala station.A 12 year old schoolboy named Arun was sitting the platform number 8 at Ambala station with his suitcase. Suddenly, Arun heard a soft voice from behind. It was a women in white saree, looked pale and had kind dark eyes. She wore no jewels.
- Yes, I am going to school
- I don't live here. I had to change trains. Anyways I can travel alone
- Are you alone, my son?
- I have been watching you for some time. Didn't your parents come to see you?
- I am sure you can
- Arun
- About an hour, I think. It comes at twelve.
- And how long do you have to wait for your train?
- Tell me, what is your name?
- Then come with me and have something to eat
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لا توجد تنزيلات ولا بطاقة ائتمان ولا حاجة إلى تسجيل الدخول للمحاولة!
