My wife and myself both work in the same office, but our timings for leaving and reaching home are different. Since she left home after me today, I went to her workstation to collect the house key from her. After some time, she called me up to tell me that the key was still with her. Startled by the magic, I checked my pocket to realise that it was actually her steel-bodied pen which I had absent-mindedly picked up as the house key. Both of us had a hearty laugh.

While I was laughing, my mind was instantaneously taken back to Indo-Bangladesh war in ’70s where I had come across a strange incident. A Bangladeshi village was attacked in the dead hour of night, and people were fleeing with  heels on their heads leaving behind all their belongings. A young mother picked up her sleeping child from the bed and ran with the rest of her family. No sooner had they left the village, the insurgents ransacked it and set the houses on fire. The villagers had escaped in the forest. Mothers were specifically instructed to see that the children did not make any noise. So the kids were pressed close to the mother’s bosom. At dawn,  they  thought of taking some rest. The young mother then realised that her child hadn’t cried since last night.  She took off the child from her bosom to see………

it was a round pillow that she had been carrying all along !!!!