As the train picked up its speed, the passengers slowly settled down on their seats.
I reserved the lower berth , so that I could enjoy the beauty of out side from the moving train.
I don't know why I always preferred to get the window seat.
An elderly lady occupied the front seat of mine.
I looked at her.
She must be in her eighties, I guessed.
At one point, we met our eyes.
She smiled at me. With courtesy , I gave her response.
Both of us were silent.
By that time, the train was in its full speed.
It was 4:50 pm, evening time.
So, bed time was still in a long way.
I couldn't resist myself any longer and asked, 'Auntie! Where are you going?'
She looked at me and friendly said, 'Army camp, dear.'
Suddenly my enthusiasm doubled to know the reason. I politely said, 'Aunty, you are visiting someone?'
She smiled triumphantly and said, 'Yes!'
Just to linger the conversation, I talked to her in a very jolly mood,
'Auntie, you must be feeling so excited to see your child and your grand children.'
Perhaps, this question hurt her a little but boldly she answered,
'Oh, dear! You are so sweet!
Anyways, I had only one son who joined in army
and was killed by the terrorist attack just few days before.
I bought so many new clothes with the winter garments for him.
So, I thought why not I would spare my son's clothes to some other soldiers,
so that I would restraint my sorrow and would be happy thinking that my own son has worn it.
He was a bachelor, so I don't have any grand child.'
I was stunned hearing her heart breaking story!
But I saluted the old lady from the core of my heart.
I was thinking of her brave heart!