Mother and emotions are very natural. A face that every animal being is dying to see. The natural fountain of blessings that every animal being get automatically. Every one feels secure in her lap. Under her skirt all gets heavenly feelings and fearless environment. She is a Mother. Who can never see her children in worry. She can never keep her children hungry. She can never leave her children uncomfortable. She can go to any extent to see her children happy and smiling. And India, a country of emotion, adjustment, love etc. Here the mother is very special.
Once I had been to Bhubaneswar (capital of Orissa, India.) for my sister's Medicare purpose. Actually she is my cuisine sister. For last six months she is being under Medicare. She had suffered from medicine infection. My poor sister earned some new unwanted spots on her face and problem with eyes and nose as well. On that day me, Bada Baba and my both cuisine siblings had been to Bhubaneswar L..V.Prasad eye hospital. There we consulted to a reputed doctor and planned to return to my home town. I stay in Berhampur, near about 170 KM from Bhubaneswar. My cuisine sister had never traveled by train before. So for her adventure we decided to return by train.
It was 15 hour. A single train was there to Berhampur. If we would miss that we would have wait for next 5 to 6 hours and that would be terrible. So we decided to catch that train. The source was Bhubaneswar and Destination was Mumbai. That Konark Express. And from Bhubaneswar to Berhampur it is 2 and 1/2 hours journey. We both brother went to the ticket counter and collected the same. We went to the platform and the train was waiting for us. We had general ticket and you better knew about the general class travelers. There were eight general bogies and all are packed with passengers and luggage. But my brother is a JUGADU BANDA. He arranged four seats for us. Before the train starts a widow and two children stepped inside the train.
The widow was uncomfortable in the rush. My sister went little aside and offered her a seat to sit. They managed anyhow in a single seat. She had two children of age 4 and 1 respectively. While seating also she felt uncomfortable and decided not to sit. She stood up and found some thing from her bag. She came out with two old saris. Tide two end of sari at the two opposite end of the seats and made a Swing/ JHULA. She replaced her young child inside the sari swing and made another one at the other terminal for her second child. She felt a little relaxed and went near to my sister and sat down on her seat. She regularly swung the both JHULAS. She fed them some cookies and milk. The children were gone to the dream village and there I found a pleasant face of mother.
After some time we reached at Berhampur station. We greeted each other and stepped down from the train. There I found a mother. Always beautiful, always fresh for a child.
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