It’s a privilege I haven’t had. Of living in a baug, that quaint yet quintessential bastion of Parsidom, whose clusters house over half of the approximately 37,000 members of my community left in the city their ancestors brilliantly built.

And yet, there’s always a connect somewhere for everyone. Mine is with Bombay’s sole unwalled baug—Dadar Parsi Colony—where my parents grew up. A bunch of cousins continue to occupy apartments bordering the commemorative bust of Mancherji Joshi, my maternal great-granduncle and founder of this leafy-laned colony.