The queue is serpentine; the day is hot. If we hadn’t travelled such a long way, I would have turned around and left. But we stand at the counter of the Wonder Park, Nerul, and wait our turn to pay and enter.

But, it’s nice when you get in. There is so much space on offer that you feel both wistful — that open green spaces like this do not exist in Mumbai — and happy (thank god an apartment complex or mall wasn’t built).