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WHAT WILL WE BE ABOUT…THIS TIME NEXT YEAR..Around Mother’s Day-2019

Tuesday-Janry 20th-1846 Mamma told me to note down what we were all about on the 4th of January 1846. We were all standing round dear Mammas bed talking to her about her being sick. What will we all be about … Continue reading

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Our trees still grow in Palam

When they first came to Malta in 2010, their grandmother had told me in  a sad voice-

“Give them so much love that they do not miss me.”

It was a tall order, which no one can fulfill, but even if one falls short, it is a good goal to try and measure oneself to. Continue reading

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On Poems and jottings

My uncle’s poems evoke many memories. Writing notes, letters, jottings are part of a family tradition of ours.Our family is originally from the Garhwal Himalayas of Uttarakhand. Continue reading

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New Memories Project

“Maintain your relation with your sister. If someone returns after 20 years, and wants to then rebuild that relation, he will find that people have moved on in life.Applying his words in my context, I have maintained a –New Memories Project- with my sister and extended family in India. Continue reading

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Maturing or Prospering..perspectives

Pulitzer Prize– winning author Alexander Solzhenitsyn spent eight years in prison during the Soviet era for criticizing Joseph Stalin. He went into prison an atheist and came out a person of faith . The experience didn’t leave him bitter. It … Continue reading

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Journeys together

Today was the birthday of my father. In the morning, I explained in my own way, the journeys from Garhwal, to Shimla to Delhi,which one of our forefathers-Rama Bhatt undertook in later part of the 19th century. His son Brahmi … Continue reading

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And their eyes were my eyes.

Many nuances of life came alive as we sat in Palam Vihar, seeing video diaries, photojournals and remembering the days gone by

Devraj bhai said – “Mummy kindled a love of literature in me.” Continue reading

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