You were going by train to visit your grandparents .at one of the stations a young boy entered your compartment you looked at him and you were shocked this was the boy who was supposed to have died years ago write narattive composition
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It was the third day after my vacations began. I was supposed to go over to my grandparents' house in the summer. I really enjoyed there every year, devoid of any homework, eating mangoes and climbing trees. I was old enough to go by myself from Ahmedabad to Mumbai by train. This year I was particularly happy. My results were fantastic and everyone congratulated me. I boarded the train from platform 1. My train was running 2 hours behind schedule, as every train in India does. But in my excitement I forgot to inform anyone about this. I knew my grandparents were going to worry a lot. I knew I was going to get scolded for being so irresponsible. I called them at around 10AM. The train had now reached Bharuch. There it was to stop for 10 minutes. I got down and bought some snacks. Not that I was hungry, but because it kept me from being bored. After about the third packet of chips I grew bored. I looked outside at the passing countryside wondering about the life here compared to the city. At surat junction, something made me horrorstruck. I saw Sumit. Ok so let me explain. Sumit and I were good friends. At around the age of 12, four years ago, he was involved in a car accident. He was declared dead on arrival to the hospital. So naturally, I thought I was imagining it. He passed right by me and I thought he wasnt who I was thinking he was. But then he turned around, came over to me and said, remember me? I was scrambling for words, horrorstricken, sort of under trauma, unable to answer him. My face grew pale and I almost fainted. It was like that one scene from Harry Potter with the dementors. But this time it was real. But then he looked above my head, and said, oh! sorry, wrong person. I was so relieved at those 4 words, more than after I topped the class. I spent the rest of the trip in utter silence, thinking about the boy who died 3 years ago, thinking how miserable it was for his parents. I non-chalantly walked and hailed a cab and rode home. I walked right passed Sumit's house and it sent goosebumps up my back. I was finally at my grandparents' house. Safe and sound, I thought about the incident all day. Was I imagining things or was that a sign from god? Guess I will never know.