Longing Space Lines

You can't hear in space all you can do is see each other, one end of the lines doesn't meet the other end, all they can do is long.

It is not a love story, it is a story of longing.
It is a story where silence is the most spoken language and the least heard, for stolen glimpses resemble punctuation marks and catching off guard as a period.
Period or full stop usually indicates the end but all the new beginnings begin after some other beginning's end.

The story begins on the parallel lines of train tracks of Mumbai local trains. The story continues on the never intersecting lines and merges with that of an express train.
Come along Nilay and Hrishi and experience the wicked laugh of destiny. And don't forget that -
To hope is to get stabbed by a knife,
To accept is to remove that knife,
But, to let go is not to bleed to death.