A collective facepalm by all of us. My father sprinted towards the railway station on his scooter which was kilometers away from our home. There she was, standing near a P.C.O. with a water bottle in her hand. He sighed in relief. In those times, mobile phones had not hit the market and we relied on P.C.Os and landline telephones for communicating. We didnot have a landline at our home at that time and she was dialling on our neighbour’s landline number who themselves had left for another town on the same day early in the morning.
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