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Articles: My Thoughts | The journey
- Mr. Nagadhar© Bandi
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She pointed to the card on top of my bag.
'Will you make a birthday resolution for me?' she asked.
'Sure. Tell me.'
'Promise to always smile because life presents too many opportunities to cry. And you look ugly when you are sad.'
'It is a promise.' I rested my palm on top of hers.
The perfectly romantic scene was disturbed by a child's cry coming from the adjoining apartment. She took her hand off mine. I thought, 'Damn, tough luck.'
She went to the next compartment to see what the problem was. The boy was two years old and his mother was not to be found. Nobody seemed to care about the boy.
She carried the boy in her arms and brought him to our compartment. She cajoled the boy by singing a lullaby for him. She had a sweet voice; the voice of a nightingale.
'I love kids,' she said.
'I love kids, too,' I replied, eager to show we had similar tastes.
The boy did not stop crying. He appeared to be terrified of us. His mother was nowhere to be seen.
'You don't like songs. Okay, I will tell you a story. Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there lived a king.'
The boy listened intently for a second but started crying as soon as she paused.
'Hey, relax. Give me time to think of a story. You are an impatient baby. In this land...'
'I will look for the boy's mother,' I said. She nodded her head.
I found the boy's mother, two compartments away. She had gone there to meet a friend. She had forgotten about her kid.
When we came back to S1, we found the boy sound asleep in Shalini's lap. She had used all her powers of persuasion to make him feel secure in her lap.
'I want to thank...'
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