The Rainy EveningThe evening was dressed in rain.A drizzle, neither heavy nor light, brushed against the windows of the train, turning glass into fog and droplets into tiny rivers racing each other. The compartment smelled of damp clothes, old iron, and something unspeakably weary. Passengers shifted, whispered, complained, and sighed.And amid all of that, Jai sat quietly beside his friend Shiva.Shiva was speaking, filling the silence with stories Jai barely heard, stories of college days, of silly mistakes, of the world outside. But Jai’s mind was elsewhere. His eyes, though open, carried shadows inside them. Life had become a blur