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There was something about trains that was both reverential and reviling to Venky. he could spend hours sitting on the uncomfortable iron bench in the station and watch trains come and go by in a steady stream of babble. But the hustle and bustle of the locomotive also drove him to the point of hysterical despair. Years ago it was one such train that ferried his Ash away from him to a distant land. But a land that offered her prosperity and progress.
Venky got up and brushed away the solitary tear that threatened to roll down his cheek.
(Word Count: 99)
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