She is standing on the top of the Gateway of India , surrounded by the four carved turrets. Beneath her feet, the stone plunges in giant arches to the plaza far down below.
Children run on the plaza, couples linger in front of the monument.
What a place to take her to, the waiting room at Victoria Terminus . At three o'clock in the morning, when the first train out to Jhansi wasn't until six. Couldn't they have just left later, she had asked, trying to make herself comfortable amidst the crowd of humanity.