Reading Berjis Desai’s article "Parsi swearing is sweet” (Bawa Musings, Parsiana, May 21, 2015) I could not help reminiscing of my younger days.
Whilst not even a shadow of a cuss word escaped my parents’ lips, my tender ears had been accosted by the full force of some of the choicest swear words that were prefixed with "ghel…”
I was one of the lucky ones to have been given the freedom to travel by bus alone from quite a young age. It was quite an adventure to board the B1 (or was it B2?) bus to Churchgate. I used to feel very......