Train had run few hours late. Despite the tea-seller’s promotional puffery, numerous rounds of “garam masala chai” only added to the torpor that long journey had inflicted. I waited rather listlessly at Udupi station for a hotel cab to arrive while my restless son threw his usual antiques – followed trolleys carrying fish cartons to the loading point, walked up and down the aisles hundred times. It was an idle sort of a day.