Few moments back it was raining for a while. The sun was no more bright, a gentle cool breeze was blowing. The rain had been stopped now. Waiting impatiently on this pleasant monsoon afternoon with Bakul-di at the porch of our quarter for my elder sister to come out to take us to the Gede railway station to have our joyous ride in the train, I finally called to her, “Didi, we are getting late. Bakul-di already has come and the train from Sealdah is about to arrive and if we do not start now, we will miss our fun.’’ She was helping my mother inside in folding the clothes picked up from outside a while ago prior to start of the rain, which were hanged on a string for getting dried up after washing. She called at me from inside, “Bhai, we are not going to ride the train…
