It’s been a year since I last met Rashida and I fly down back to India. After a couple of days, I decide to check up on her when I go to Pune. I have been busy with the family and it almost slips out of my mind… I drive with a friend down the lanes of Kothrud and see a completely changed landscape. The guys and chawls are gone, flattened out. A skeleton of an upcoming high-rise building is already in place. “Himalaya Towers”, the name reads.