After all the letters, after all those dreams that haunted him like faint echoes from another lifetime, he finally felt something a spark, a feeling he never had before.
The warmth of someone caring, someone seeing him beyond the uniform, beyond the soldier. And it all came from herSita.
So when the letter jokingly invited him to meet on the train,
Sita didn't really expect him to come.
But Ram did. Not because it was a joke, but because his heart had found something he never had from childhood love.
Not the dramatic, exaggerated kind, but the quiet, comforting one.
And he didn't want to miss the chance to meet the woman who unknowingly gave him peace.
He got into the train, his eyes searching every face, whispering:
"Sita… Sita?" He was confused, hopeful, and slightly embarrassed.
He didn't care. He was searching for the girl behind the letters.
In another coach, Sita sat, reading a book, wearing simplicity like royalty.
When she went to the washroom and came back, she noticed a man walking across coaches, asking around.
She recognized the uniform first, then the eyes. It was him.
She stiffened.
When Ram reached her and gently asked, "Are you Sita?"
she said, "No. Sorry, you're mistaken," her voice soft, but firm.
Ram turned with disappointment.
But as he walked away, someone called from the side, "Sita!"—and instinctively, she turned.
That moment was enough. Ram knew.
His eyes softened, lips curved with a slight smile. S
he wasn't ready to meet him, but something in her betrayed that Sita wasn't just a name she wrote.
He returned to her seat, quietly sat opposite.
She didn't say anything, just sighed, "Please stop staring. Read something or do your work."
Ram kept looking, silently. She looked out of the window to avoid his gaze.
Later, he dozed off unknowingly, the train still moving. When he woke up, it was Hyderabad. And she… was gone.
His heart raced. He ran outside, looking around the crowd but no trace of her.
With no clue, no contact, he headed to his friend's place, restlessly thinking, Why would she run away? Or did she just want this to be a game?
But for Ram, this wasn't a game. It was real. And he wasn't going to stop here.