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Every day my train journey is the most boring yet the most peaceful party of the day. Today, it rained so heavily. The unusual and the frightening one ever, I felt. As I was the only one, without my loved ones, it scared me. What if the rails skid, what if the booth, I'm sitting in fall horizontal? Thoughts were eating me up. I see through the window, the darkness blanketed the sky and the surroundings. Will this be my end, I wondered badly. My stop arrived and I slipped my backpack on to my shoulder wrapping the scarf around my head hoping not to get drenched. I got down the train. I could feel the heavy droplets on my head hitting me feircely . I called my dad, and he picked me up from the sub station. That was when, I was relived moreover gleeful as if freed from something heavy.

'She who writes everything here, I guess. But how can I find her?' I felt someone stare and looked around, it was the Librarian. She looked at me as if she was seeing someone suspicious. I gave a little nod and smiled at her. 'God, I can't read her!'I thought precariously. I shifted the journal under my English book to not further rise and suspicion.

She again looked back into her book, immersed.

I removed the English book and placed it below the journal. I started reading again. I never knew, that, reading somebody's hidden thoughts would leave such lingering feelings!?