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| A moving train |
I was travelling on a train heading somewhere. An old man and his grandson boarded and sat facing me. The boy was chewing some candy and looked sad.
"Well. It is ok! Don't worry, I will buy another." The old man was rubbing his upper back to the console. I didn't interfere. The Boy Started to whimper.
“Don't cry. See, everyone is watching us,” Grandpa tried to usher him. Now I thought that the boy might have lost a toy, or it had fallen somewhere, so he is crying for it. The same thing continued for five more minutes. I decided to ask if that kid wants something, and I shall provide him. “Namaste! Is everything all right?” That old man tilted his head as "no" and kept quiet, but years years-old boy uttered, “We bought one book today for my Akka. And I left it on the last station's bench. How will she read now?” The little boy fidgeted. I liked his innocence. “What is that book about?' I inquired. “Some birds were there', boy imitated wing flight. She wanted a book for her(recalling)... haan prajat(project)' Grandpa’s answer. “In which class is she studying?” "Eredu" (two). Now I understand that in her school they had asked to collect pictures of birds with names. “ok. I got you.”
At one of the next stations, I saw a bookstall and bought books containing birds and animals, along with animal charts and handed them to the kid. He squealed with joy and embraced my legs. I squeezed his cheeks in return.
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