Her under five-foot frail frame, wrapped in an unironed cotton sari, sprinted out of the impressive gates of Cusrow Baug, on what was then called Colaba Causeway. Ignoring the pain of her rough rubber chappals rubbing against the severe eczema on her feet, she darted across the road. The red double decker electric tram frantically rang its bell to warn this impish figure in its path. Instead of panicking, she stood in front of the approaching tram, waved her little hands, and shouted "Saboor! Saboor! (Have patience! Wait!)” at the bemused driver. She weathered many a storm with the same......