The chaos of Laitumkhrah, like the scent of tungrymbai, has always drawn my senses because my world revolves around it. The junction where it coincides with Upland Road and Don Bosco Square is pandemonium during rush hours. Ironically, after school, I saw the same Marians and Margaretians, whom I had sympathised with earlier, turn Alu-murians. As for our Alu-murians here in Don Bosco Square, it was business day as usual. Laitumkhrah, being the hub of these creatures and the newest upgrades—Gen Alpha—serves as the signature condiment in this dish that I am cooking for the readers.