Plastering Mom and Dad for Spare Change Just To Check My Weight
The Book Station On The Platform and all its irresistible Comics
Using Dadaji’s Trunk as our own special seat
The thrill of finding our names on the list
Counting our bags, then chaining them in.
A mandatory game of hide and seek with my chhapalsA view worth fighting for…..The best part about this window? No Bars!Should I ? Shouldn’t I ?…..That time of night, when we brought out the middle birth
Our wibbly knees between two bobbing compartment
Honning the special skill of putting paste on my brush in a moving train
The sweet alaram that sang, ” Chaii,Chaii, Garma garam Chaii”
