This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 38; the thirty-eighth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "The Woman on Platform Number 10"
This is the time when millions come here; to bathe in the famous confluence.
She must be one of those; nameless, faceless Indian.
She must be above 70; frail and lonely.
The woman is here on platform number 10 for almost five hours.
“Mother, where are you going?” I ask politely.
“Ramgadh”, she smiles.
“What time is your train?” I ask.
“Babu, my son, knows” she replies.
“Where is Babu?” I ask.
“He is bringing a cup of tea for me”, she answers.
That rascal Babu has abandoned his mother.
Will she be able to accept the truth?