In the Eyes of a Six-Year Old

travelling in a train - an overnight journey, my mother, my sister, me, and my father. my father had an interview with a prestigious company,  received a first-class ticket for himself, but we didn't!  he exchanged the ticket with a complete stranger, and got into the same compartment with us. but didn't have a seat for himself. ignored his own suffering...nothing unusual for a man who bravely bore the burden of an uprooted family, devastated by partition of their motherland!  chilly wintry midnight, each and every passenger under thick blankets, sleeping heavily,  I heard... boom..boom...boom!  sound of the wheels hitting the railway track - crossing the bridge of river Kaveri!  that booming sound startled me, made me open my eyes,  and I found my exhausted father standing in front of me, alone - awfully sleepy,  holding an iron-bar for support,  eyes half-closed, all night!  somehow managed to find a comfortable space for us!  to a six-year old,  that was the moment she wondered - who was more kind - God, or Her Father! Reference: Kaveri is a river in the southern part of India.