The Girl at Platform No. 5: A Diary of Unspoken Farewells

Everyone at the station is in a hurry. Some are chasing dreams, while others are running away from memories. But I sit here, at the corner of the wooden bench, with a pen that knows more secrets than my heart can carry.

In this picture, you see me waiting. But I am not waiting for a train. I am waiting for the right words to describe the man who just said goodbye to his mother, or the girl who is leaving her hometown with a suitcase full of broken dreams.

The tea in my cup is getting cold, but the stories are heating up. I saw an old man looking at the tracks as if he was waiting for a time machine, not a locomotive. I saw a child waving at the national flag, unaware of the complex world waiting for him outside these station gates.

The tracks go on forever, but life has its end,

With every departure, we lose a friend.

I capture the shadows, the light, and the rain,

To heal the world from its silent pain.”

My diary is not just a book; it is a graveyard of moments that will never happen again. Every time a train leaves, a chapter ends. And every time I write, a new world is born.

To my readers on read.cash,

We all have a 'Platform No. 5' in our lives—a place where we left something behind. What is your story? What did you leave behind at your last station? Let’s talk in the comments. Your appreciation keeps my ink flowing.