Eagam Khaling, Darjeeling
It had been raining like cats and dogs since morning, and a young girl was standing on an old bamboo bridge without opening her umbrella. That bridge was the only connection between the two villages on the hills. The raging water of the stream was crashing everywhere on the body of the bridge, with an unaccomplished agony, as if trying to hurt itself as much as it could. There, she kept herself alive till the evening, waiting and watching the tumultuous water without any tears in her eyes. No one knew, but that day, she nearly ended her life on the bridge.
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