This time I did not forget her. She was with me for the rest of the journey, and for long afterwards. All that year she was a bright, living in my mind. And when college finished, I packed and left for Dehra earlier than usual. My grandmother would be pleased at my eagerness to see her.
I was anxious as the train entered Deoli, because I was wondering what I should say to the girl and what I should do. I was determined not stand helplessly in front of her, unable to speak or express my feelings.
The train came to Deoli, and I looked up and down the platform, but I could not see the girl anywhere.