Aminadilsahad
It was a quiet night at a small railway station.The wind moved softly across the empty platform , and the dim lights flickered above the old benches. An old man named Ravi sat alone , holding a small suitcase .
Ravi had spent his entire life in the same town.He had worked as a station master for forty years , watching countless trains arrive and depart. Each train carried people with dreams,hopes, and stories.
Tonight was different. It was Ravi's last day before retirement .The station felt strangely silent,as if it knew that something was about to change.
Suddenly ,the distant whistle of a train broke the silence. The last train of the night slowly approached the platform.Ravi stood up and looked at it with a gentle smile.
For years , he had watched other begin their journeys.Now it was his turn.
With calm steps ,Ravi picked up his suitcase and boarded the train,ready to begin a new chapter of his life.