Mumbai local trains - alongwith lakhs of people they carry lakhs of emotions everyday. 

The other day, whie traveling from Chruchgate to Khar, in an almost empty second class ladies coach, I came across a woman, her daughter and her son. The woman must be not more than 25 years of age, her daughter was around 5 and son less than a year old. 

With her son in one hand and with the help of her little daughter she was selling clips on the train. By the look of it, you could easily make out that she was definitely not leading a good life. She looked tiered and was malnourished. But it was not all this that caught my attention. What caught my attention was, her love for her children. Her son was constantly crying for milk. She didn't look like the one who had loads of it. Actually she didn't look like she had any at all. But inspite of that, she kept shifting her son from her one breast to another in the vain attempt of feeding him. 

On sale of every clip she first kissed her daughter and then made her son play with the money for sometime before keeping it in the purse. I still remember the smile on her rather tiny face everytime she kissed her daughter and saw her son smile.

That's the heart of a mother. She ensures that her children are happy inspite of whatever physical, mental and emotional state she is in.

Also, its only the Mumbai local trains, where you have such close encounter with such beautiful emotions.