कलमदान

I was on my seat the train started with a whistle.   Suddenly my phone rang and that was my daughter’s call. Sheena my 8-year-old daughter was preparing for celebration of Children’s Day.   “Daddy were are you?   Sheena I am in train. It had just left from the station and will reach Raipur tomorrow.   Nice! Daddy when you will back!  Today is Saturday, I will be back on Thursday.   Daddy, I will wear the new frock you purchased yesterday, for attending the Children’s day function in my School.   Very Nice ! Ok bye! Bye Dadda!”   The conversation ended and suddenly I hear some loud voice in the train and find that few people were beating someone.   When I go near to the crowd, saw a little boy nearly 13-14 years of age, torn clothes, holding the shoe polish toolbox on the back crying with tears saying a single sentence   “I haven’t done anything, I haven’t taken anything.”   I requested peopl...