My train diaries have
always been quite interesting. This one was even more. We usually, rather,
always, end up reaching the railway station with a lot of hullabaloo. This time
around, it was no different. As a matter of fact, it was even worse. I had to skip
my lunch which I never do because of my everlasting gastric issues. My husband
was behaving weirdly strange over WhatsApp. My saasuma is one superwoman who
faultlessly believes that the whole world rests on her.
For all that I wanna pen down....
Friday 16 September 2016
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