My younger brother was 8 years old I guess, when he was sent off to a boarding school in Delhi. A few years earlier at the age of ten, I had been enrolled in a Public school. I cannot quite recall my brother’s initial adjustment trauma, but I was miserable for the first few weeks. …
Living with choices we make
A proud grandfather, one day I sat observing my 2 ½ year old grandson tackle a big puzzle. Pointing out the picture on the cover of the puzzle box, he told me, “Have to copy this!” He then proceeded to spread out all the pieces around and in front of him. Staring at each piece …
Starting afresh
New to Canada in March 1996, we were unsure of just about everything. Among others, two very special couples helped to familiarize us with life in this country. These four wonderful souls made us feel welcome here. Suspending pre-judgment and accepting us for who we were, they patiently offered advise and guidance every step of …
Merry Christmas
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 …
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