We lived for some time on the outskirts of a very Muslim area that was the battleground of some of the bloodiest riots India has ever seen.
Once as a kid I was caught up in a mob because my dad couldn't get to my school to pick me up.
I'm probably alive today because our Muslim rickshaw wala Panna braved the mobs to get me home.
I've grown up having Muslim friends.
My first girlfriend and amorous tryst, Salma, was a Muslim girl from that neighbouring locality. She was 4 years elder than me.
We moved out of that area to a safer more cosmopolitan one soon thereafter.
Parsis often get mistaken for Muslims in riots. It happened in Gujarat as well.
We are too small a community not to be to careful about where we live and who we have surrounding us. And who we know.
Hope that explains.
Cheers, Doc