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Trains always remind me of my very affectionate 6 years old brother, (suffering from Down’s syndrome), how he loved to play train. He himself would become an engine, tie me and brother with a rope and try to pull us. The moment he whistled we would go in a different direction making it difficult for him.
He will argue ‘bogies should go with the engine.’
‘And engine should go with the driver and driver should go with the passengers’ we will chide.
The end was always a mock fight with we huddled kicking each other until mother’s intervention.
Only memories remain.