On the platform

She was just about 3 yrs old then. One winter afternoon I found her standing quietly, all alone in the middle of the drawing room, with all ‘her’ belongings – toys, books, colour pencils – stuffed into a couple of bags. Where are you going with all this, I asked, suppressing a smile. She looked at me, sweetly serious. Blangor (Bangalore), she said succinctly, plainly not interested in a long conversation. And then it struck me, she was waiting at the platform! I could almost hear the train coming near , just by watching her. Body stiffening, ready to board the train taking her to her beloved grandparents! 
The imagination of an only child 🙂 🙂