The screeching of rails, the sharp glare of the far away- flickering yellow lights wasn’t a matter. Each step that she took till a second ago was a mere history now. The concerning matter was ‘hopes’. The train’s jolt brought her heap of hopes to a halt.Hopes were necessary. She had them, but there was a problem.
There were only hopes in her life.
Hopes of vague fantasies, ages away from reality.
She suffered, drastically.