Anjali Aunty 3There was a long weekend coming up, some government holidays falling right before and after the weekend. Lucky break from work. Anjali Aunty was overjoyed. She immediately planned a short trip to the nearby hill station. She even got the train reservation and hotel bookings done online. It was a cool, early morning as we stood on the platform. The train chugged in slowly through the mist, its whistle echoing against the metal roof. A light breeze fluttered the edge of her shawl as she looked around confidently, suitcase in one hand, umbrella in the other.I stood beside her—slightly