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"But that day was special, damn special for me and was expected to become 'the best day' of that year! I pulled myself out of my bed and went straight to the table, to see the calender.
Yes, the day had come! I took a marker and hearted the date, '20th January, 1967'."
This is a short story(a three part story), of Isabella and Edward.
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_Mani Gupta_
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Mayas flight to London got delayed for 24 hours. stuck at the airport in Germany and With most of the hotels booked her only option was to either stay at the airport and get some sleep on those hard plastic chairs. So, instead of being stuck at the airport knowing she's going to miss her cousins wedding. Maya decided to get to the train station. With no destination in mind. As she tries to figure out how the train tickets system works, a young man approaches her. While two make conversation the train arrives. passengers got on and off the train, and the young man walked backwards towards the doors of the train. "So, let's make some memories." He suggested, holding out his hand for her to take. Will Maya take the leap of faith and trust a complete stranger she just met or will she return to the airport and spend the next 24 hours on the hard plastic chairs while waiting for her flight ?
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