Love Story from Shanti.He sat beside me on a train, and for hours we shared headphones, coffee, silence, and tiny pieces of our past. I don’t know what made me trust him — maybe the warmth in his voice, or the softness in his eyes when he listened. When the train entered a tunnel, I felt his fingers find mine in the dark, and I didn’t pull away. We kissed when the lights returned, shy at first, then certain. When the journey ended, he said, “Wait for me,” but life doesn’t always wait for timing. Years passed. Sometimes I still search faces on platforms. Some stories don’t end — they echo.What’s your favorite place on Earth — sea, mountains, desert, or city lights? 🌊🏔🌌🏜