From my home, I used to travel by train. From the nearby railway station, I had to walk 5 kilometers everyday to reach college. There was a short-cut pathway created by people and college students. In between, we were needed to cross a railway track. Unlike in Mangaluru, in Mumbai trains pass regularly over the tracks. One day, as usual, I was amongst a group of people crossing the tracks. Suddenly, I felt being pushed hard by someone. I fell on the other side of the track. After I fell, I looked around to see who pushed me and why. Meanwhile people came running and informed that a girl had pushed me to save me from an approaching train. They thought I had died under the train. She had pushed me hard enough so that I fell on the other side of the track. I never saw my saviour or came to know about her. I could not even thank her.
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