The Ordinary Days
Days did not stop.
Office emails still arrived.
Meetings were still scheduled.
Files still required signatures.
Kabir returned to work.
At first, everything felt distant, like watching life through glass.
He avoided Platform 3.
He stopped noticing autos.
Coffee became just coffee again.
Weeks passed.
The sharp pain softened.
The memories blurred at the edges.
Her voice became harder to recall clearly.
Sometimes he tried to remember how she laughed
but the sound would fade midway.
Gradually
He stopped checking old chats.
He stopped standing near the place where it happened.
He stopped waiting.
Routine is powerful.
It fills spaces.
It covers cracks.
It teaches you how to wake up, work, eat, sleep
without reopening wounds.
Months later, he could go through an entire day without thinking of her.
Not because she meant little.
But because life kept moving.
And so did he.
Somewhere, deep inside,
a small corner still held a train platform,
an unfinished coffee,
and a soft voice saying
“Bye… thank you so much.”
But outside
He continued.
Just another man.
Just another day.
And many more days similar like this....
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