She stood beside me on the train. It was Saptami and the train looked confusedly empty. i was clad in the latest fashion. She looked comfortable.
The woman looked at me gleefully. i felt awkwawrd and let out a faint crooked smile. "Aj doshti paykhana porishkar korlam. Shoma aj asheni to", her eyes gleemed. "Tai aro charte amar. Onek teka peychi".
"Amar mey tao kal tomar moto shajbe."
