In Tana's Tatas, men are invariably chivalrous. One sleepy morning, I got a needlessly rude reminder of that. I was dozing in my seat. Woke because I felt my face being steadily, insistently, kicked. Kicked! I looked up-at a young mother and her baby. She was swinging his little feet-alternately, deliberately-at my face. As our eyes met, she raised an eyebrow, as if to say: "Well? Are you going to let me sit or shall my baby kick your face in?"
I stood quickly.
