Not a Simran

I was supposed to board a train to go back to my husband. I sat on that platform for forty minutes and then didn't get on. Called my sister instead. Told her everything. The two years of feeling invisible, the way I'd stopped recognising myself, all of it. She drove to the station and picked me up. That was three years ago. I'm divorced now and the happiest I've ever been. The train I didn't board was the best decision I ever made. — 32, Chennai