Amidst the wreckage of the tragic three-train pile-up at Bahanaga, a notebook emerges, with vibrant drawings on the left page and handwritten poems of love on the right. Unassuming and mysterious, it attracts the attention of those sifting through the remnants of personal belongings strewn along the tracks. Olpo Olpo Megh theke bristi sristi hoi, chutto chotto golpo to bhalobasha sirti hoi – Small clouds make rain, small stories make love – read one of these, beautifully written in Bengali. The delicately written verses in Bengali speak of love and longing, navigating the complexities of a relationship. The poet’s name remains unknown, and the words seem to be addressed to no one in particular. Each page reveals a glimpse of the poet’s heart, a tapestry of emotions. But in the chaos, one question remains: Is the author of this heartwarming verse still alive? The notebook offers no answers, leaving their fate shrouded in uncertainty. The notebook is a symbol of tragedy. Like a pile of shoes, none are in order. Suitcases and backpacks, some open and some intact. Amidst the ruins, torn clothes bear witness to the tragedy, stained with blood. Railway ground crews and volunteers scurried around Saturday to salvage what they could, painstakingly clearing tracks to get trains running again and life going on.