Early in 2014, a friend invited me to join her and some South Asian friends for a monthly dinner. At our fourth get-together, I overheard one of the women talking about visiting Bombay (where she grew up) annually. Long story short, I hear mention of Malabar Hill. I know exactly one person in Bombay (an old and dear college friend with whom I’ve stayed in touch over the years). He lives in Malabar Hill. I pursue details from my dinner group friend who, it turns out, knows exactly which house I’m talking about and has met his wife and daughter.
And that’s how small a world it is.
