Rajasthan Express: The Search for Rishika

Welcome to the Rajasthan Express, where the iron tracks carry stories of longing through

the golden desert. I have traveled through every carriage, looking at every face,

but Rishika is still not here yet. The sun sets over the dunes

as the engine roars, a relentless heartbeat in a vast wilderness.

Every stop is a new hope and every departure is a new fear that she

is gone. In the flickering light of the corridor, a familiar shadow

finally dances against the rattling cabin walls. There she is, sitting by the

window, the one I have been chasing across these endless tracks.