It’s a privilege I haven’t had. Of living in a baug, that quaint yet quintessential bastion of Parsidom, the housing hub whose clusters across town are home to over half the 40,000 members of my community left in the city they virtually built.

Still, always a connect somewhere for everyone. Mine is with Mumbai’s only unwalled baug – Dadar Parsi Colony — where my parents grew up till they got hitched and preferred having kids in the cosmopolitan climes of Bandra. My cousins continue to occupy facing family apartments in ancestral acres near Five Gardens, on either side of the statue of Mancherji Joshi, my mum’s grand-uncle and founder of this colony of leafy lanes.