Question

write a story using the clues given below waiting at Mumbai Central station train late a man invite came to me to a restaurant introduce to herself to others as my mother most memorable day of my life​

Answer 1

one day when I am going to delhi and train came late I'm waiting at Mumbai central station on that day i met a man he invited me on restaurant and i asked him that he know me or not he said first came to restaurant than i go with him than he introduces himself. he was my mother's friend .He told me about my mom's behaviour that day was memorable day of my life.

Answer 2

Helo friend here is your answer

While waiting for the local train to Andheri, I was thinking about something. Suddenly, Jiro texted me, " A day without Laughter is a day wasted." Jiro is one of my best friends and he well knew that I was trying to cope with my depression for quite a few months, and ever since then, I had barely smiled. Charles Chaplin's words made me think deeply that I had wasted many days in this way.

I'm Shlok, and my life has been devoid of my mother's affection. I looked at the jostling crowd while I sat on the bench. I was in a trance for sure, thinking about how my mother would have poured her love upon me. Suddenly, a woman in white, emerged from the crowd, and asked me if I too was going to Andheri. I replied in the affirmative. Her speech was filled in affection and warmth, and her eyes reflected her traits of being affectionate and calm. I asked her if I could help her anyway. Though she was hesitant at first, I took her luggage willingly.

I thought that she was very approachable, and we talked for quite long.  She also asked me if I would like to go to a restaurant. I agreed too, because, she said that there was no reason to be hesitant.

At the restaurant, she asked the waiter to bring two cups of coffee and a sandwich for her son. When the food was served, she gave me the sandwich to eat. I could not accept it because, it was for her son, but then I came to know something that shook me. She said that she had lost his son 6 years earlier just the way I had lost my mother. And, for "son" she meant me, when she ordered for the sandwich. My heart got filled with bliss, as someone like her addressed me as her son. My eyes welled up in tears and I could do nothing but I embraced her as if she was my very own. It was perhaps the best gift that I've ever had.

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