Being the 11th child in my family was like being part of a full cricket team — or better, a train with all coaches packed and rolling! As the youngest of 11 siblings, I was used to chasing attention, but once, I nearly had to chase a whole train!
I was under 8 years old, traveling by train for the first time. Somewhere during the journey, my sister and I got down at a station to fetch water. In the middle of sipping and chatting, I noticed something terrifying — our train was slowly moving and had almost reached the end of the platform.
Panic mode: ON.
I tugged my sister’s hand and ran like my life depended on it. With tiny legs and a giant heart, I outpaced the train (or so I believed!) and we jumped into the last coach — gasping, sweating, but victorious!
The fear was so real, that even today, every train journey flashes back to that mini action movie moment. Years later, I had a hilarious realization: maybe the train was just waiting for the guard — the last coach… ahem, like me — the 11th child!
Apparently, even the trains knew they couldn’t leave without the "tail-end" star of the family. 
--Devi BS
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