Sitting  on a berth in a coach of the train With my father, my brother and an intruder. Busy in my own self Suddenly my eyes fIxed on the hand of a stranger And a deep attachment grew for him There was a rakhi tied on his wrist in the month of March Sitting next to him I saw my brother My blood relation who was There to belittle and abuse me Of being a silly uneducated girl Proudly my eyes twinkled For a girl Having a brother such as that intruder .