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“A cloudless day, dusty metro, dilapidated bus-stand roof and an old lady, waiting with her wayward grandson, for their bus”. This could possibly be related to any common scene that happens in everyone's life. Incidentally, I became a part of those hum-drum elements at that bus terminus. The old lady's grandson, irritatingly, was an impish little tot and was totally disquieting. Meanwhile, when the frail legs of the lady drooped her body down to the seat involuntarily, her grandson escaped from her clutches, ran over to the immobile buses and possibly was up to some crazy kiddo-gimmick. Palpably, her tired body was resisting the kid-retrieval operation. Seeing her helpless state, I swaggered onto him, ensnared him up and brought him back to his granny's custody with total dominance. She thanked in a gratitude-rich tone which made me nod for some reason and the child, hopelessly, grimaced to convey the feeling of desperation and bleakness.