“Anya, I’m here. Platform 4. Don’t worry. I packed your favorite sandesh.”
A strange browser page opened. It wasn’t a login portal or an ad. It was a live map of the train, labeled Purba Express – Coach S-9 . Tiny glowing dots represented passengers. She tapped her own dot. A message appeared: wb railwire
Anya looked out the window. The rain had stopped. In the distance, a tea stall glowed at a rural crossing. “Anya, I’m here
Anya sighed. “Probably a ghost network,” she muttered. But she tapped it anyway. wb railwire