THE STORY OF A LITTLE NUN 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 - 1

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼
It was still winter there. As the train crept slowly into the frontiers of Odisha my feet could feel the chillness and within no time I started to feel cold and the chillness of night crept over my feet. It was after a long time that I was traveling out of God's own country. The train was packed fully and I had to squeeze my self into one of the berths where someone already layed asleep snoring in loud noise. It seemed that he never bothered anyone using that little space near his legs.
It was night and we had two soldiers in that compartment. I started to think about the Characters of those movies which I've watched where the  stories of the soldier's great sacrifices had been hyperbolized. But sooner I had to reconsider every single concept that I had in my mind when they tried to flirt with me. All of a sudden all my respect towards them went with the wind and I started to feel insecure in the midst of the very people who guarded my country. Night grew darker, the creaking sound of the wheels advancing towards the station grew louder and louder until it halted on the platform where I had to get down.
( will be continued...)

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