I missed the train. It left only nine minutes before I reached. After another nine minutes and three days, I jumped from the plane.
I was falling, stabbing clouds. Cold breeze helped me float for a long period of time; I couldn't go against, so was floating. When I got a chance to land, I took it cautiously. This time I missed nothing. The rain was all over me; the train left behind. No chain could touch my ankles.
The poet is a student of English Literature at East West University
