When a casual question on closed social media group of school alumni from a small place in the Indian western ghats led to a lovely meeting over desi chai and Goan cutlets in August 2021, in faraway New Jersey, USA between a young Urbano Dcosta, born only over a hundred years ago, in 1921, in Portuguese Goa and I, Joe Fenn, born about fifty years later in Independent India. And both alumni of the same Jesuit All Boy’s school in Belgaum, Karnataka. One can assume that the world is indeed, a small place. Within a week of the casual question, “who is the oldest Paulite alive?,” being posted in Belgaum, a relative of a friend who lived in the same Eucharistic Congress building in Colaba, Mumbai, as Urbano did years ago, somehow gets the information of Urbano’s whereabouts to another alumnus of St Paul’s living in a corner of the earth’s other hemisphere in Auckland, New Zealand, who in turn gets back to the group administrator in Belgaum and then to, yours truly, Joe Fenn about the oldest Paulite alive and that he, Urbano, lives down the road from me in New jersey. It so happens that I have lived in here for the past 25 years. “Aint that a kick in the head” they say. The world is not a small place. It’s tiny.