A 70-Year Journey Through Passports
We all have our own journeys. We navigate the world through our unique lens of experiences.
My father navigated his by being a traveler. The best times of his life were when he was on a flight to a city
Our Old School
I can remember Grantchester Road where I lived for under a year, I was 6 going on 7, I remember the flowers and the grass, and the ponies and the fields. But most importantly, I remember the school.
At first, … Read the rest
A Journey in Various Moods
A day-long journey along the Black Sea from Russia to Georgia can be quite an experience for anybody. The journey I took on this route, left an everlasting impression on me in many ways. Before coming to the USSR for … Read the rest
Freedom, Food and the Tragedy of Deaths
I came to live in Coochbehar with my parents- in- law after I was married. Coochbehar, 700 kilometres north of Calcutta, used to be an independent kingdom governed by a Maharaja till it merged with the Indian Republic in 1949, … Read the rest
Buffalo Horns: An Unhappy Trophy
My introduction to buffalo hunting started soon after I arrived in Australia in 1960 as a Ten Pound Pom. After various jobs in the southern States, I hitch-hiked up to the Northern Territory and got a job as chief cook
A Winter’s Tale
My particular memory goes back some 90 years to when I was living with my rather troubled family in Tunbridge Wells, Kent. I was born six years after the end of the First World War. One chilly morning in December,
Encounters at Harvard
In 1955 I was offered a two-year scholarship to Harvard University, to get my MA in English Literature. It was the first time in my life that I was travelling on an aeroplane. I was not afraid, but rather anxious
Ghosts in the House
Whenever I am haunted by memories of the past, our house in Jabalpur. invariably floats in to my mind. And I’m not using the word ‘haunted’ casually. There were quite a few rumoured ghosts floating around the house.
In 1959,
Knights by the Table
I do say that it is in my blood to run the Knight’s Fish & Chips Restaurant in Glastonbury. I was, after all, born above this place. My husband Kevin and I, however, did not take over the business till