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My cousin is shifting from his place. The place where both of my aunts, whom I used to call chhoti dadi and badi dadi (dadi
means grandmother) had left their last breaths, about two years before.  I wanted to visit that place, last time, as it is part of my world, my memories with both of my dadis. But had never knew, while bidding farewell to the world, which has slipped already, my present world would have slipped off, if one of the angel has not helped me on time…

That place is in central suburbs, and traveling from western suburbs is not at all easy, as have to change two trains, to reach there. Every time, when I travel to that place, say twice in a year, I find it more and more difficult than last visit, specially with my son. Earlier traveling in afternoons of holidays was manageable but now there is no time zone or no days, I can think of… that allows me to reach their safe and sound with my son. And this last visit on last week end was the worst. It has shaken me badly and I still get goose bumps when my thoughts travel back to that moment, when I would have lost my present world…my son.

My journey from my place to the place of memory world was .. though not comfortable, as I waited long for trains and trains of course, were crowded, but at least boarding in and out of train was manageable. But while traveling back… with each station on the way, crowd inside my compartment was increasing exponentially. I was worried, how I am going to climb down from the train, with a bag, and my son, who had cold, cough and fever.    One of the lady.. consoled me, that the crowd would get thin enough before my station and I would be able to… safely. I just prayed ..Amen!! But my bad luck, my prayer was not answered. While climbing down, I got a push from a side and my son’s hand just slipped away from mine. My bag got stuck on the pole of the door. I tried to just leave my bag there and look for my son… but..but..that little angel was lost in big crowd. I was calling his name Druv.. Druv.. with teary eyes… can’t express in words.. how I felt..when my world really slipped off my hands…those moments, made me just empty…and I saw my Druv again, with that angel..the same lady who consoled me in the train. She just helped me and my Druv to stand in one corner and left us. I couldn’t say her thanks.. was trying to bring myself and my son, out of that shock… we both were on the midway.. we had to catch one more train, after crossing few platforms, to reach back home. Some of ladies around me, asked me to call my hubby, as they misunderstood that I was crying, as I got separated away from him while my journey.. I was like… no words were coming out.. that my son… not my hubby…

This post is just to show gratitude to that lady, who simply helped and disappeared… She did it with smile, without expecting anything in return… as if it was some normal routine for her. I have no words .. no action.. that can express..  what I feel for that lady.. just can say.. Thank you very much!! God bless You!! People like you, make this world worth living.