A memory of Matheran

Departing from Matheran in the toy train . I never thought life will change the tract, though I had a lurking apprehension that tragedy was looming over on our head like Damocle's sword and it would fall any time on us and she will part company within a few months. It was like a convict awaiting in the death row, any time a call would come. That was the certainty.And more , she was fed up with the pains, agony consequent of the disease. At times she would say I want to go to my grand father
She was darling of him in childhood. And within 3 days she left me behind and flew away like a bird of heaven , Ham dekhte rah gaye
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