6.31 pm. Kalyan Fast. General compartment. Midst the rush, a father and mother board the train with their kid of about 2 months. They shelter and protect the child from the rush of urban folk headed somewhere. The child starts to cry. The parents are concerned. The mother caresses the child with all the love and affection befitting the benevolence of a Mother. She covers the child with all her Saree. Midst the chaos, my thoughts go out to the helpless and wailing animals and their family served on a platter. For celebration. Garments. Footwear. Et al. Ironic? No? OK. I need to alight, while the child is still supremely hysterical. No man, no animal can, until there's a frying pan.