The train slowed as it approached the familiar platform.
Meera's heart beat faster than it had in years.
Everything looked smaller.
The tea stall was still there. The bench, worn but waiting.
She stood there, uncertain, older—but vulnerable in the same way.
Across the platform, Aarav stepped down from another train.
He wasn't looking for her.
But some moments don't require searching.
Their eyes met.
Time paused—not dramatically, but gently.
Like it was giving them space.