He boarded the train with the book in his hand. He opened the book to a page where there was a neatly written script in Marathi. Probably written by his teacher. He just said the words, “For my education”, in Marathi.
Appeal in his voice and a trace of frustration in his face.
He was able to reaffirm my respect for my education and thankful that I can afford one.
Parallel Spirals 