“I couldn’t imagine that we were actually packaged as part of a walk,” exclaimed a fifty-something teacher to her friend, as they sipped on tea at the next table in a non-fussy eatery in Bandra. Curious on hearing the word ‘walk’, yours truly’s antennae automatically tuned in to the rest of the conversation.

“And you know what, Cheryl...?” the agitated teacher continued, “This was on Christmas Day. Roger and I were in the verandah, having our evening tea with the girls, when I noticed a small group pass by, throwing us long glances. They seemed decent but it felt odd; as if we were a part of an exhibit in a museum. Our neighbour, Malcolm told us later that the entire road was part of some Christmas day walk in Bandra organised by a travel group. Thank goodness Nana wasn’t around to see this. She would’ve thrown a fit and shooed them all away!” she chuckled, calming down somewhat.