" He's watching her, wherever she goes!"________________ The bus was running fast on the road; the passing greenery became vague. The rain hit on the bus, its drops creating a melodious sound; the sound healing shattered hearts. Rain?There was this time when I used to like rains; the mists on the glass windows, the pleasant smell that accompanies the rain, the cool breeze that had the capability to rehabilitate souls, everything seemed to be my favourite, but not anymore. Why? I don't even know myself. Maybe due to that specific day! I stood in the never-ending queue and clasped the handle tightly to prevent leaning ahead. After a couple of more minutes, I glanced at the hazy window _that was offering a little external view_ as the place looked familiar, it was my very destination.
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