I recently (only temporarily) moved from a city that harbours the world’s largest Parsi population to a civilisation that is now home to the world’s second-largest Parsi population. As we prepared to leave a place that has, over the years, filled me with love, life and longing, I realised that everyone I bid farewell to in Bombay knew someone who knew someone who knew at least one person in Toronto. The flight seemed like an effortless commute from Dadar Parsi Colony to Rustom Baug. The number of taxis driven by Indian taxi drivers at the Pearson International Airport was no different than those parked along the petrol pump across Rustom Baug. I was already at a home away from home.
