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It was 11:30 PM, and the platform was almost empty, except for a few passengers waiting for their train. The cold steel beams above reflected the eerie glow of the flickering tube lights, casting long shadows on the damp floor. The red digital clock glowed in the darkness, a reminder of how time crawled at night.
I had been standing there for quite some time, my camera in hand, drawn to the silence of the moment. There was something surreal about an almost-deserted railway station—usually filled with chaotic energy but now reduced to quiet anticipation. A family stood near a small stall, their hushed conversations blending with the occasional distant announcement. The scent of tea and damp metal lingered in the air.
For a moment, it felt as if time had paused, the station caught between departures and arrivals, between the past and the future. I clicked the shutter, capturing the essence of this fleeting stillness—one that belonged only to those who waited in the dead of night.
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