The Transfer

In the quiet evening of Jamnagar, the air felt heavy with the weight of goodbyes.

Every packed bag held a memory, a piece of a life being tucked away for

now. The map of her heart was shifting, pointing toward the

misty green hills of far Tezpur. The steady rhythm of the train tracks became a

lullaby for her uncertain, racing thoughts. Kilometers passed like chapters,

turning the page from the familiar dry heat to mountain air. The transfer was

more than a move; it was the start of a brand new story.