a true story …
my mother used tell me this with tears in her eyes.
my mother left South Africa in the 1960’s to join my father who was in political exile at the time in Tanzania.
in 1970 my father was deployed by the African National Congress of South Africa (ANC) to India to be its Chief-Representative there.
I was born in New Delhi a couple of years later in ’72.
my mother and father spent two years in Mumbai (then Bombay).
one afternoon my father fell and broke his leg.
my mother knocked on their neighbour’s door of the apartment complex where they lived.
the neighbour was an elderly Punjabi lady.
my mother asked the elderly lady for assistance in calling a doctor to see to my injured father.
a Zoroastrian (Parsi) ‘bone-setter’ was promptly summoned.
my mother and the elderly neighbour got to talking and the lady…
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