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Stranger

In daily travel by train i meet so many strangers, then they becomes familiar and evetually friends, for no reason you are scolded by some and then suddenly you are asked by someone where you were so many days if you dont go in your regular train, thousand stories can be written on every single encounters if you are sensitive enough.they are colorful ,Some of them are extremly happy,while some may be secretly mourning for something, some may be bitching on someone,some praising someone's attire.few at times make my day but all kind of strangers are welcomed with affection.

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