Rajoo stood at the edge of the platform, his eyes scanning the darkness. The station was deserted, save for the lone figure standing in the shadowy corner. The traveler wore a long coat, his head bowed, hiding his features.
Rajoo gathered his courage, approaching the stranger with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "Who are you, and why are you here at this hour?" he asked, his voice barely louder than the rustling leaves.
The traveler lifted his head slightly, his voice calm yet filled with mystery. "I seek a place where truth prevails. Can you guide me there?" His words lingered in the cool night air, wrapping around Rajoo like a riddle.
Rajoo hesitated, the weight of the traveler's request sinking in. "Such a place... I don’t think it exists here," he admitted, a touch of sadness in his voice. Rajoo felt a sudden kinship with the traveler’s quest, a yearning for truth in a world of half-truths.
"Perhaps I am in the wrong place," the traveler mused, a faint smile playing on his lips. As the train began to pull away, Rajoo strained to see the traveler, but he seemed to dissolve into the night air, leaving only questions behind.
Rajoo pondered the traveler’s words, the night’s events replaying in his mind. Was the traveler a figment of his imagination, a symbol of seeking something greater? As he turned to leave the platform, Rajoo knew one thing for certain—his understanding of reality had shifted, leaving him with more questions than answers.
