“Madam, come to this side, please... we are serving hot kathi kebabs,” the request from one of caretakers at the Kebab stall — one of the countless kiosks lined along the approach to Mount Mary’s Church steps, had taken me by surprise. After all, it was 8.30 am on a muggy Saturday morning, hardly the time to indulge in what looked like artificially coloured kebabs. Only a stray dog sauntering by the sidewalk seemed visibly interested in the goings-on in that sooty enclave.