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Waiting for the Train to Bareilly

Sat, 3 Mar 2012, 11:06 PM (-06:00) Creative Commons License

“Hah!” my father chuckled.

His eyes sparkled and he was smiling.

“All these details come back…”

“When my family took me to the train station, they took me in a bullock cart.”

He looked at me with wide eyes when he said the words, bullock cart.

“And I was very tired when the left me. And it was several hours before the train.”

He paused for a moment, looking inward. Remembering.

“There was no place to sit. So I lay down on the ground. There were stones here and there…”

And his voice faded off.

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