The train was crowded as usual. Thankfully he was going only till the next station.
The boy sitting by the window seemed familiar. Rahul had never been good with names. He furrowed his eyebrows trying to place the boy.
It couldn’t be..
Ajay! – That was the name he had taken after the operation.
Rahul had known him only as Sheila.
5 years ago they had sat on the steps of his house while she had told him her story. He had tried to understand but couldn’t.
He wished he had taken the later train. This collision of worlds was un-nerving.