And I found myself running ... Running really fast, unfazed by the drizzle, for there was a lot at stake. Few moments ago I was walking briskly. But I soon realized that I was running against time. There was a train to catch. It would probably have gone by now. Or maybe not. Maybe, there was still a chance and it was the last chance I had. If only I could make it to the station in the next minute. I could hear the sound of the train. Its gentle whistle, announcing that it was ready to move ahead. But I was nearby. If only I could tell it to wait for me for a minute. I sped past the small station building. It was not crowded. And then I was on the platform to see the train leaving. I ran in the direction of the train. The train was still chugging slowly. If I could run fast enough, I could probably manage to catch it. I gathered all my energy and started running. I was sweating and panting all along. But catching the train was really important. It was ...
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