Love, Life and Connected Pasts
Today, as I reflect on the spirit of Muhibbah – the goodwill that beautifully unites Malaysians – I am compelled to celebrate the extraordinary … Read the rest
Not long after my wedding in April 1971, I had to leave my wife, Malabika, with my parents and sisters and go for training at the Administrative Training College in Mussoorie in the northern state of Uttarakhand in July, following … Read the rest
By
Anwita Basu & Deeptanshu Basu
As romance brews in the air of 19th century Britain with women dressed in pretty gowns and pearls waiting for tall, dark and handsome men to come their way, somewhere in India, a young … Read the rest
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The entire family left Murshidabad overnight, leaving behind everything- enormous property, their roots, turning into penniless migrants. They walked on and on till the pot of water slipped and fell, consecrating a … Read the rest
It was in 1972. We were going by train from Durgapur in West Bengal to our ancestral place, Srinagar in Kashmir. Every year we would visit Kashmir, either during the summer holidays, or during Puja holidays. Even though we were … Read the rest
New Delhi
An Internship is when we are the doctors in training. It is an extremely exciting and exhausting one year when we are finally given responsibilities. Spending so much time with patients, we automatically develop a bond with those … Read the rest
Interviewing family members is messy. The interview does not stay confined to the questions one asks. Indeed, it spills into stories that the person wants to share, inviting you to look through surfaces you thought were opaque, provoking you to … Read the rest
Continued from part 1
A Dream Come True
Connecting with the past is surely an ongoing process, for an individual’s personality, way of life and chain of thoughts are all influenced by people who are closely connected with one’s past. … Read the rest
First of the two part memoirs of an extraordinary woman and mother
Connecting with the Past
On a cold January morning in 1946 in New Delhi, India, Ranee awoke early, with a sense of excitement mingled with trepidation. Today was … Read the rest
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