jumped onto a train without checking properly.
As soon as he sat down, he realized—
this wasn't his train.
No network.
Next stop: 2 hours away.
He sighed, "Well… let's see what happens."
Across from him sat a girl—
simple, quiet, staring out the window with her headphones on.
After a while, she looked at him and asked—
"You got on the wrong train too, right?"
Kabir was shocked—
"How did you know?"
She smiled—
"Because I did too."
They both laughed.
The next two hours flew by…
They talked like they'd known each other forever.
Her name was Meera.
She said she was running away from home…
Kabir got serious—
"Why?"
She smiled faintly—
"Because they wanted me to live someone else's life."
The train slowed down at the next station.
She stood up—
"This is my stop."
Kabir quickly asked—
"Will we meet again?"
She didn't answer.
She just handed him a folded note… and left.
Kabir opened the note immediately.
It read:
"Kabir,
you didn't board the wrong train…
you came exactly where you were meant to."
And below that—
"Also… my name isn't Meera."
Kabir froze.
He looked outside.
The station board read—
"Mental Care Center."
And on the platform…
two nurses were gently taking that girl away.
His heart started racing.
He suddenly remembered—
she never checked a ticket…
never used a phone…
never even opened a bag.
He looked back at the note.
The last line hit him harder this time—
"Not everyone who speaks the truth is considered normal…
and not everyone who seems normal is telling the truth."
The train started moving again…
Kabir kept staring out the window…
And one question stayed in his mind—
"Was she crazy… or the only one who ac