I wonder why I thought of this incident. I had met Raja only once, at a wedding. I remember him laughing as he had shared some PJ. That’s my only memory of him and I had tried to erase the rest from my head. I guess, it was the watching the tracks go by when I leaned my head out of the door that reminded me of him. I had cried then, I remember, despite barely knowing him. Tears of frustration. He was hardly two years older than me. No one deserves to die that way. Especially someone that young.