We reached at Mamis apartment at about 6:30 PM. The flat was at the second floor. When we lifted upstairs Kulsum grabbed my hand and told O KAKU, BARI...DA DULTASE KENO? AMI MONE LOY POIRA JAMUGA, CHOLEN FIRA JAI (hi uncle, why the house is swinging? May I fall down, let’s go back). I grabbed her hand releasing my hesitation and pulled her at the second floor. Mami became very glad and arranged some snacks for me. I was taking snacks, Mami came to me and told MONI, WHAT THE GIRL IS SAYING? SHE IS. I am going to describe it in one of my experiences, being my second and last incident during train journeys.Once, I was coming back from my hometown. As it was Deepawali season, there was heavy rush in the train. I boarded the train around 12.20 AM (midnight) and went looking for my lower berth. In the dim light of night-bulb I found somebody sleeping on it with a bed sheet covered all over due to cold as winter had set in. Before calling the TTE, I wanted to make sure if someone for a short. "Oh, of course," the man said, showing all the grace and consideration Alex was so badly lacking. "And give me a second. I believe your suitemate is waiting in the bar. Give me a second and I'll give her a call for you," he said as he picked up a telephone."No, wait, you must be... ," Alex tried to interrupt before he gave up, as the man began talking to someone at the bar on the house phone. The clerk turned and smiled in acknowledgment at him, but before he could say anything, a voice rang. 'Mr. Matthews? You wanted to see me?'Katie was standing in the doorway, looking meekly in at him. He was amazed by how much more grown-up she looked then she had at the interview, only six weeks prior. His memory of her had been a young woman, dark hair tied back in a conservative ponytail, eyes hidden behind thin-rimmed glasses. Her white blouse had been freshly ironed, and her black skirt modestly ended below her knees. She conducted herself well throughout the interview and Ryan had welcomed.