My earliest memories of celebrating Christmas are from when I was 6 or 7 years old. We were in a small town called Naya Nangal in the Punjab, where my father worked for the (then) Fertilizer Corporation of India (which subsequently became National Fertilizer Ltd.) It was a mini-township with a population of perhaps over …
Spinning wheels of time
A large upscale SUV was holding up the cars behind it on the underground car park ramp as its young driver tried frantically to negotiate her vehicle way up the rather tight, steep incline. Making matters worse, the automatic sensors were calibrated to operate only if a vehicle was very close to the garage doors; …
Memories
It was late afternoon here in Canada when I received a call from a very dear friend “A”, who is currently visiting family in India. “What are you doing up at this hour? Its well past midnight, is it not?” I inquired. “Yes, it is late. I just got back to the flat after dinner …
Thankfully yours
India, invaded by various races – Mongols, Afghans, Turks, Iranians and the British – to name a few, was always able to absorb and enrich not just itself but also the occupying forces over the centuries through an assimilation of each others cultures, cuisines, languages and customs. For instance, the profound influence of Persian poet …
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