Meet Sanjay. Nephew No. 3. He’s 6. And he tells it like it is.

As soon as the seat belt signs went off, she leapt up from her seat and opened the overhead compartment. She slipped on her thick sweatshirt, grabbed her book, threw off her Birkenstocks and donned her socks. She flipped up the hand-rests and – hey presto! – her flatbed and she were both ready for a snooze.

A not-very-long queue would form outside the bakery around mid-afternoon just as the buns were about to come out of the oven. The packets of freshly made dark kaya (coconut egg jam) already sat packed in little plastic bags. The freshly made loaves with crusty tops were sliced and sealed.