There's something about train stations, isn't there?
A place of long forgotten greetings and goodbyes, a place of pain and laughter, a place of hope and despair.
The bridge between now and after.
These platforms are old and worn, grey with the dust of yesteryear, chipped with the grind of sharp edged shoes.
The railway tracks still rattle with the daily incoming train, and the ground shakes and rumbles as the train zooms past, sending our hair flying into our faces.
The old ticket office still operates, and the young man with dark hair who once operated it now grins toothlessly, his hair as white as fresh snow.
The train station doesn't gleam like it once used to, but it holds a familiar air of bittersweet summers.
It holds the stories of thousands of young girls, waving goodbye to their fathers, waving goodbye to their brothers, waving goodbye to their lovers, as they speed off towards an uncertain future of bloodshed and fury.
For some, it is the last time they see the people they cherish most, for some, they will stand at this platform once again, and throw themselves in the welcoming arms of their men.
For some, they hope until it's hopeless, standing day after day watching the trains go by, searching for a familiar face.
Knowing deep down, they could wait for the rest of their lives, and nothing would come of it.
But it is not only the girls, it is the families too, the friends, the fathers, the mothers, the sisters and brothers. This is the place of meetings and partings, the separation and reconciliation of families. This is the place of long lost friendship, the coincidental meetings and solemn goodbyes of kindred souls going away to start their new lives. This is the place of love's last promise, the tearful embrace of lovers, and the hearbreaking pain of letting go.
Train stations are like books, a never-ending collection of stories. Train stations hold unspoken words and hidden sights they have seen, with unshed tears and forgotten memories.
Train stations, are beautiful.
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