This book is dedicated to the late, great Rashmi Thakrar who passed away, too soon, in 2017. He was Shamil’s father, Kavi’s uncle and the first Dishoom person that Naved ever met. He was (until the very end) our most joyful cheerleader, and tireless finder-in-chief of obscure nuggets to turn into fully formed ideas. He’s the reason why Dishoom is so full of stories.
He believed that for something to truly succeed it must have a little poetry at the heart of it.
He also believed in reincarnation. We’d like to think that he is somewhere reading this dedication and diving into this book with delight.