This is in response to a brilliant tutorial and a prompt by Vidya Sury on Write Tribe.   Train Tracks  Rahul walked slowly alongside the tracks.  Fed up of the monotony of it all, he wondered if he should end it. Everything seemed  meaningless without his sweet Sheela.  He wasn’t  allowed to meet her  since she fell ill.  Suddenly, he heard a voice, “Rahul, stop it! That toy train of yours is driving me mad!”       Yellow Roses “You don’t bring me flowers any more!” she had cried yesterday. He bought yellow roses on his way to…