The sacred companion...

So I am en route to Lucknow (again!) and courtesy of my procrastination and that of the Indian railways, I have an RAC (reservation against cancellation) ticket in a II-Tier birth of Bhopal Pratapgarh express. An uneventful but surprisingly cheap cab ride later (Ola Cabs \m/), I wait for a train that tried in-vain to be on time. I find my berth and prepare to settle in, ready to throw away my flippers and hide that damp-sock stink deep down into my baggage. The other occupants of the coach were a cute Islamic family with a darling little girl of about 8 and another family with a brat of about 2, tearing about the place. Also present were a couple of know-it-all kinda uncles, the usual crowd of any train. I made peace with them all; ready to violate Gandhigiri If that bratty little infant ruined my snooze!