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I visited my 95-year-old Parsi teacher, Amy Bilimoria, one day short of Jamshedi Navroz this year. At one time a toughie, she wept when she saw me. I said, "I’d be remiss in my duty, Miss, if I didn’t come and see you. I’m 78 and you are 95. Who knows if we’ll ever meet again?” She told me about the Parsi boys in our Gujarati natak (play) group who had died: Minoo Engineer who loved theater and food, in that order, died nearly two decades ago, a successful caterer and an unsuccessful actor. More recently, about a year ago, Gustasp......