“The train has entered into the Vancouver statiion… we are to part now the next minutes…take care!” the soler girl next to me said huriedly.A Vancouverite student she was returning from Okenagan valley after some fruit picking summer job.
Finding me a new comer she had given me her rain coat that she said I may return at her home address after settling down.
A week later one after noon looking for job near her street I thought better I return her coat. Bjut standing at her door her mother was burst into tears hearing me returning her coat. ’ ...but she is dead since three years ’ Her mother cleaning her tears said,’ This is the third fall I am getting her coat from a stranger…’