Our son Madhav being all of 2 years when this happened enables me to date this one back to 1982 or ’83. While there has been a dramatic reversal in this aspect of her character now, back in the day my elder sister, Saroj who lives in Delhi, was a dog crazy lady who...

Though born in Simla, the entire formative years of our son Madhav, till such time as he was despatched off to a boarding school when six, were on one or the other estate in Upper Assam.  The upshot was that Madhav while growing up, naturally and without any effort,...

With advance apologies to all & sundry. Relax!  Absolutely NO offence meant! With this one I go back again to the late 1970s and my four year stint with Malayalam Plantations on two estates in the High Ranges. While the High Range club was always buzzing with some...

My mother, a child of the partition of undivided India who along with her family, just one such of millions of other similarly affected families on either side of the border, had one fine morning been rudely uprooted from her comfort zone to be transplanted into an...