July evenings always have tricks under their sleeves. A little ray of the sun tore down through the cloud clusters, making us take guesses about the weather. It was on one of these deceptive evenings that I felt I was qualified enough to travel on a local train all by myself. When the person at the ticket counter asked me if I wanted a return ticket, I nodded in perplexity. I still had that ticket preserved in one of those boxes, that same return ticket.
VARSHINI RAJASEKHAR is a student of literature, an avid reader, a public speaker and an aspiring writer. She has a blog of her own where she pens down her thoughts about on nature, feelings, aesthetics and life, as a whole. She believes it's her passion for life that gives her words to write.