Thank you, Niloufer Lakdawala, for evoking nostalgic memories of my childhood a long way back when Bombay was balmy and beautiful ("Recalling lost professions,” Parsiana, March 7-20, 2025).
A few more come to mind. Whatever happened to the puffwallas? We children would scramble out of bed at the crack of dawn at being woken up by the street vendor’s cry, "Paawf, Paawfwalla, Paawf” on those wintry holiday mornings (yes, Bombay had a winter then) to spoon down tall glasses of frothy milk puffs.
The ice cart man is no longer to be seen
And then there was the old white-bearded Persian who’d......