A bright but aged woman sits across from me holding a tiffin. She looks around the train cabin, perplexed and occasionally shuts her eye while inhaling deeply. She must be looking back at her life and memories, I whisper to myself. I suddenly notice a lanyard she wears around her neck; a phone number and an address is handwritten on the tag. Could that be where her home is?
In case she forgets everything and loses her way?