on the very next day we arrived at the station. I managed to carry myself in my shoes. Everyone started the pushing game. I was checking on everything in case I was forgetting something. I stepped on the platform ,more like a market.couldn't detect my exact location there. Shital was holding my hand and mother too. There was a playground just beyond the railing. Father had to meet someone immediately so asked us to wait in playground. mother insisted to go but father emphatically left us with luggages and only one small bag in his hand.we went to the playground ,sat there and started watching kids playing.My stomach gave a call. Mother went to buy something to eat. I and shital spotted a boy beside a hedge, writing something in a pocket book . very cute and adorable .I dreamt of doing his makeup and put a wig. He would look more beautiful in female look I dreamt.we left our luggages carelessly and take the chance of mother not being there . we went near him and Shital asked what's this thing! His response was unacceptable. He thrusted the diary in his underwear. Our reaction was ewwh !! but he looked cute. it was my turn to asked politely "what were you writing in your underwear diary".I thought maybe he would respond in the same polite way or something. Didn't ever imagine he would start crying. we had to go back to our luggages we remembered . Two reasons we left him was it reminded us of the luggages we deserted and his weeping scared us of getting a good scold from his volunteer or his known .