It was 1985. I was a Captain's wife, joining the battalion in peace station for the first time. We had a six-month old daughter. I remember being received warmly and being made to feel instantly at home in the battalion, which became an integral part of our life and it remains so till date. Back then, it had begun with…
I never liked to put together jigsaw puzzles as a child. They were time consuming and required a lot of effort. There was also the likelihood that they would end up remaining incomplete because a piece or two were missing. Now that I am an adult, the metaphor of puzzle pieces seems to fit in perfectly with life. There are…
Pale pinks. Polaroids. Dancing. The whiff of earth when it rains. The scent of old musty books. The fresh-out-of-bath scent of a baby. Good good conversations. Best of friends. Seeing them after months. Travelling. Looking out the aeroplane window. Stretch of beach sand under the feet. Sea breeze. Walking barefoot on moist grass. Coming back home. Sleeping just a little longer. Michael…
It’s the evening of 17th November 2015. My mom, sister and I are standing on our Dehradun terrace talking and laughing at something rather small and silly. Soon my sister and I decide to head to the market to buy a cake, while our mother goes to visit the priest in the temple across the road, to ask for an…
I need to, and like to go back to whatever I call home, at least once a year. And I look for the feeling of home in wherever I go and whatever I do. Sometimes I succeed; I find that feeling of home in different places and things and hobbies. But I find it most in certain people. Certain…
