Preface: At 130 am every night, the Goa Express toots in majestically into a small station called ‘Belgaum’. It is coming from New Delhi, and will finally stop only at Goa’s largest town, Vasco. The station busies itself every night at this hour. Tea sellers move hurriedly on the platform, peering into windows, their kettles steaming. Outside, the autowalas are all ready, hoping that some student will want a drop-off to one of the many colleges in the town. And Agarwal uncle, well he is back in his shop at the far end of the platform. At this hour, his shop is arguably more sought after than any other shop in the country.
