I was told that I was an awful train user when I was a child.
I was never on a train, never in a car, never a train that was on a track I had to turn right and then reverse to get to the next stop.
I could go anywhere in the world, but that was never the case for me.
A young girl was once in a train with me when I lived in a town called Kolkata.
It was about a decade before I was able to travel, and it was an entirely different world.
She told me about a little girl named Mandy.
She told me she had been in a carriage when the conductor of the train was killed by a drunk.
The train was travelling from Mumbai to New Delhi when the drunk stopped the train at the railway station.
He then turned on his engine and started the train.
He went down to the platform and grabbed a hold of the conductor’s leg, and the train went off.
The conductor died in the fire, and Mandy’s parents, who were on the platform, had to jump in front of the railway train.
I asked her how she could have known about the fire.
“It was only a dream, and then I woke up and realised I was not dreaming,” she said.
The young girl told me her family had lived in the village, and she was not allowed to go anywhere.
“We didn’t go anywhere until we got married, and I wanted to live in New Delhi,” she told me.
“When we got to Delhi, we went to live with my parents.
Then we married and moved to New York City.
I never saw Mandy again.”
She told how she was never able to leave the village.
“We used to go to see our relatives every day,” she explained.
“I was a little scared, because Mandy was very shy.
She was a quiet girl.
She didn’t talk much.
I had never seen a person that was so shy.
I told her that if I ever needed to, I would just ask her.
She just wouldn’t answer.”
I had a great time with her.
I gave her a little card.
I asked her what she thought of the city.
She said she loved it.
I told her I wanted her to take me there and I would teach her everything I knew about India.
She had to have the card because she would never tell me where she was from.
She couldn’t remember much of the language or customs of India.
My sister, my cousins and I were born in India.
My grandparents were all in India, and my mother is in China.
My father had been born in the UK, and he was from India.
I came to the US when I moved here, and we were very close.
She used to tell me stories about India that I couldn’t believe.
But it was not always so easy to travel to the city with my family, especially when we weren’t able to speak English.
It took a lot of hard work, so we used to work to bring her to school, to buy her books, to get her clothes, and to take her to the markets.
I used to have to ask her where she could go to the shops to buy things.
Her story is one of the most amazing stories I have ever heard.
I am happy that Mandy made it to the other side of the world to learn English.
We have learned a lot about our parents and grandparents, and they have helped us along the way.
I can’t imagine how it must be to have been like this, for so long.
I feel like I am a bit lost now.
When I was eight years old, my father told me that he would not leave me alone.
He said, “Don’t worry, you will learn.”
I remember thinking, That is such a sweet way to say goodbye.
I thought, I am not leaving here alone.
But my dad was right.
I still remember his words, even though they are only memories.
You are an English speaker, but you don’t understand everything about India anymore.
You feel lost, like you don, and you can’t understand why, because you don.