Gurgaon bears personal significance because my mother grew up in Gurgaon in a family home, affectionately known as the kothi, constructed before Partition in Sadar Bazaar. The other is on the top floor of a four-story structure connected by a long hallway where one can look down to the remaining floors, which include tailoring, footwear and fabric shops, an office-space for a cement factory and a Bengali sweets shop. Because of the household’s unspoken gender segregation, there was limited movement between the bedrooms, the kitchen and the small balcony overlooking a vegetable market, but the expansive roof provided ample aerial views of Sadar Bazaar or what I like to now think of as ‘old’ Gurgaon