It all happened in April 2021. I was travelling by the Howrahbound Coromandal Express with my husband and my one-year-old daughter. At about 6 in the evening, she fell asleep. So, I put her on the upper berth allotted to us and placed a couple of pillows by her side to prevent her from rolling down. The train was moving towards Waltaire, the next halting station. Though we were engaged in some interesting conversation with the fellow passengers, we were keeping a watch over our daughter every two minutes.
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