In front of me, the Kabuliwala, in his colourful attire, is telling stories, his attention focussed completely on the children assembled around him. He’s telling them of distant lands and exciting adventures, and his voice rises and drops and changes dramatically, reeling his audience in. A loud infectious giggle punctuates the story, and a father, his son’s backpack resting against his leg, leans towards me and asks in a hopeful whisper, “Does this happen every Saturday?”