I always wished to be on that tiny train, which took me nowhere. I knew such a tiny train existed. I went looking for it, sometimes deep, within the alleys of my mind and sometimes in the archived photographs of my childhood sojourns. I found the tiny train, permanently parked there. I reminded it the deal, we had once made between us; the tiny train had to come to my rescue someday. But I didn’t know that the deal would materialize so soon. The marriage was dying. I fought with her on petty iss…