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Living At Constance Lodge….Part 10

By Navneet Bakshi / October 8, 2021

Living At Constance Lodge….Part 10 There were other simple games that kept us entertained for hours. One of them was Cat’s cradle. I think all of us who were born in 1950-60s must have played this game with a piece of thread. It used to be a woolen thread in our case because the thread…

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Living At Constance Lodge…..Part 9

By Navneet Bakshi / October 1, 2021

Living At Constance Lodge…..Part 9 When Kusum Aunty Committed Suicide Tall, slim, dusky and well educated. That’s how I remember her. She had two daughters both less than ten years of age and about two years apart. Her husband was working in a clerical post in the A.G. office and his mother was staying with…

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*******A Picnic At Kregnaino********

By Navneet Bakshi / February 20, 2021

*******A picnic at Kregnaino******** When I was in school, picnics were a part of routine activity. I am not sure if the present-day children know the meaning of this word, but to us, it used to bring an immense thrill. It was customary for the school administrations to take the children to picnics at least…

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*******ARRANGING FOR MILK FOR GOGA***********

By Navneet Bakshi / February 12, 2021

*******ARRANGING FOR MILK FOR GOGA*********** Goga was crazy about milk and milk products. Though he was crazy about everything but his craze for milk surpassed all his crazes. All his talk centered around having dhoodh, dahi, lassi, burfee. Once he said “ Yar sadi mummy majh kyon nayeen ban jandi (Pal, Why doesn’t our mother…

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Prem and Prem Leela

By Navneet Bakshi / February 3, 2021

Prem and Prem Leela In childhood, the truth value of any news or any piece of information cannot be suspected. You will jump out of your chair if I tell you what all I learnt about..sex (what else??) during these informative exchanges. There was no other source, no TV, no internet. Every little bit of…

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LOOKING FOR PARASMANI

By Navneet Bakshi / January 10, 2021

STORIES FROM MY CHILDHOOD LOOKING FOR PARASMANI My mother told me once that there exists a stone known as “Parasmani” which when touched to anything made of metal turns that into gold. My life in those days consisted of collecting cigarette wrapping foils some of which were golden (sone ki) and the inferior ones of…

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Growing Up

By Navneet Bakshi / January 6, 2021

Growing Up  Sunil was new to our colony. He was a few years senior to me and so naturally, I looked up to him for teaching me how to be a big boy. He wasn’t a kind one could take as an icon but he was all that was available to me. The bigger reason…

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Abdul – death in the afternoon-A Story by Pradeep Mohan

By blogfriends / January 1, 2021

****Abdul – death in the afternoon ***** A Story by Pradeep Mohan in a Face Group Tales of Simla And now for something completely different. And over time, Miss Ferrara came to know Abdul, the Pathan coolie who had carried her luggage from the Railway Station on her first day as a teacher of the…

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Kashi and the Right hand crest- By Pradeep Mohan

By blogfriends / December 30, 2020

A Story by Pradeep Mohan in FaceBook Kashi and the Right hand crest Brother Mulligan was a kind man and his gentleness and compassion we could see in his soft eyes and the way he walked and the way he talked and in his reluctance to punish and be severe or shame and humiliate. There…

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The Tamarind Pips

By Navneet Bakshi / December 20, 2020

The Tamarind Pips I don’t know whether young girls indeed crave for sour things while approaching puberty or it’s age old adage. Does it help them contain their urges they have little control over or does it fire those is also beyond my knowledge and do they ever have such urges is what I wonder…

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