There were two pages left to finish the story but the train already reached the station. It wasn’t a thriller or a suspense that is going to be revealed only in the next two pages. Nobody need to be rescued. There are questions that remain unanswered. But I’m sure given the author, it is gonna be left unanswered. But it does give you the satisfaction, to finish the book just as you reach the station, with a hearty fulfillment of completing the book. May be I should have kept reading instead of taking that nap. But I hardly slept last night with all the anxiety. May be I could have skipped standing by the door as the train swept pay the hill terrain. But that was my favourite part of traveling on this route. May be I wasn’t distracted by the kids arguing, buy that was fun. I can’t get off the next station, thought it is within the city, I’ll be definitely late for the meeting. Those two pages didn’t have much importance to the rest of the story. It’s sort of saying goodbyes. The story is already done, but it’s like leaving out the desert in the plate. Not like it’s gonna be a sweet ending. I refreshed thinking about the chances those two pages can take. What if I’m wrong. What if it wasn’t goodbyes. Rather they get together instead. The bus reached the stop.
The coffee was laid. Still not much was spoken. “You’ll get your iced tea in a minute sir”. I didn’t care. Words were discovered to communicate. And there were a lot of them too. But it was hard to fill those silences with them. The pathetic music of the coffee shop was trying to alter the rhythm of my heart. I didn’t realise it’s presence all this while. “You said you wanted to talk!”. I did. The tea was served. Drowned the words for a couple of seconds. I just wanted to talk some nonsense. No one warned me that over a cup of coffee, nonsense was pretty hard to find. I tried to tell her about the book that I left unfinished, but I couldn’t remember the title.