They had been looking for each other – quietly, with an unspoken determination and a hope that they will succeed someday.

None of them realized that destiny had a different plan. Unknowingly, they had crossed paths with each other, moving in different directions on parallel tracks. The incidences were geographical, figurative and metaphorical. The writer was unsure if the crossing over happened in the same frame of time.

The story had to end, like all stories do. The train was forced to stop because someone had jumped on the tracks. It was a writer with an incomplete manuscript in his hands.

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