Encounters are not always alluring
It is just an arbitrary torn folio of life's journal
Which is meant for a perception once or more a lifetime
Whether a blunder or a charm, it is all that lies
In a bed of rose petals with the thorns all in a loop of vine

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The train's engine whistled its song while cutting and groaning through the branches of the pine trunks. Wheels rumbled, the wind was hoarse with chilling anger. Winter always brought with it the endless tackles of snow and ice bearable sheaths. Yet you felt comfy in your thick, fluffy winter jacket. You grabbed a cup of hot coffee by your gloved palms, its fresh aroma was tantalising your nostrils. Light warm vapours swirled up to disappear on your cheeks when you leaned in to sip out of it. The delicious tropical flavour seemed to act as bliss to your tastebuds.

"Mmmm," you mumbled, "this is so good!"

Soon you had the honour of enjoying the last gulp of the scented liquid and you moved along the berth towards the sealed window. Resting your chin on your hand, you blatantly gazed out at the telegraph posts flashing by, so as the buildings, trees and everything else outside.

Clear sky, cotton clouds floating and a sparkling sun acquired the heavens. The station to which you were destined, comes after a short tunnel. It had been days, in fact, years since you had been out of the city alone otherwise you were always a Seoul-centric person. This was your place of healthy breaths no matter what.

Your return from your ancestral home appeared to be a source of daily tedium again. Back there, you had been enjoying yourself a lot with the nanny taking care of you from daylight till midnight. The soft flattering breeze at the seaside, the mesmerizing sunbathe, you commenced on missing them all already. But now you were back in Seoul, your original place.

Your late father had been the manager of a business that belonged to some descendants of the royal background. This family, being rich and prosperous, did not forget to treat others as minors in accordance with their family tree. It was also known to you that they resided somewhere in Seoul but you never had the chance or more precisely you never felt the urge to see them for once.

Every evening, your mom would return with an overrated stressful shoulder and sink into the couch to ask you for a glass of water. Then she used to begin all the gossips that she had in store about her replacement tasks in place of her husband, how must respect she was presented in the office for being a present day's improbable king's personal assistant.

You let out a sigh as you noticed the approaching stop right after the end of the dimness of the tunnel. Sunlight shot through the glass pane, directly onto your face, lightening up the entire compartment.

Pressing down on your sneakers, you got up and started collecting your pieces of stuff. Your open hair hung loosely over your shoulders, your purse dangled on your side, the handle of your trolly was in your care, everything was perfectly normal. Only one thing which stood out among most other girls of your age was that you had no piercings in your ear lobules. And you never cared about what others remarked about it after all it is you who created the first impression, not your earrings.

The train slowly drew into the platform. Outside, there was the fidgeting of the passengers who were yet to board the train for their journey. However, you stepped down onto the concrete ground as your shoes kissed the surface.

You started your tour out of the station, making your way through the slight crowd. Your brain was numb because of the shivering cold aura until you bumped your shoulder into someone. Your heels tripped to a little distance and you turned back to find a strong glare at you.

It was a boy or a guy, could be a man as well keeping in mind his height, triceps and flawless skin. His eyes had a constant suspicious stare at your frame, his face was half-hidden behind a mask. You gulped, "Sorry, I-" and your phone was waiting for an interruption to your startled stammer.

You smacked a mark of deprecation as you fished it in your bag. "Ye eomma, what is it?"

A growl was launched from the other side, "Where did you reach? Come home as fast as possible. I need to go out for some shopping!"

"Coming! I'm already at the station!" you cut the call and swirled back where the guy had been standing. But he was not there at that moment. Probably he left.

You heaved a huff, "Damn, I don't know why eomma is always so furious with me. Is it because I'm unemployed? Forgetting the keys was a major mistake, a bad attempt." You stomped away in a temper, without sensing that even the brief confrontation was going to take the form of a mighty storm in your life.

The train blew its menacing horn and checked out of the platform.

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