In the course of time

I grew up in a slum in Bombay. The kind of place everybody wants to escape only to end up in a place — Nashik/New-Bombay/Pune/Gurgaon — that makes you nostalgic about your past. It had everything imaginable. The good. The bad. The makeup. People from all the three communities were present (nope, never met a Sikh/Parsi/Jew/etc there — perhaps the place w…