A crowded local train in Mumbai. Despite it being a Sunday. In the women's coach, a mother is seated with her baby daughter, a little black bindi of Kajal on her forehead, cute little ear-rings. Smiling away. In walks another mother clad in her traditional black robes, with her baby son sporting kohled eyes and watching everyone curiously.
She sits on a seat across the other baby. The first baby is so delighted to see another of her size and looks, she gets restless to walk across and touch the new passenger. She smiles. Jumps in excitement and pushes herself even if her mother is worried about alighting at the next stop.
No religion that can corrupt this purest form of love! Only wish goons in the name of religion learnt this.
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