As a teenager, life was pretty good in Gurgaon. Mornings would be dedicated to college and then evenings and night at the call center, working. Never realized in the three years of college life that having a girl-friend was as important as college or studies. Then One day I went to AIIMS to meet my friend Aabha, some more friends joined in and we all went to Ansal Plaza, the only so called Mall in South Delhi. It started to drizzle on our way back. Aabha and Raj took an auto and Prachi decided t…

I still vividly remember the exact moment the baton of Command of my infantry battalion of the SIKH Regiment passed to my hands. It was a very cold morning in the battalion head quarters at 12500 ft where we were deployed at the highest battlefield in the world but the smiles of the 300 brave boys who had assembled were warming our hearts. ‘Never a dull moment! I assure you Raj’ said Colonel PC Nair as he handed over the Commanding officer’s baton at the special ceremony called darbar ‘All t…

Read the Prequel Here : http://tellmeyourstory.biz/newentries/kutu-my-cat Life is a wonderful journey where we meet many people by destiny and we then become friends for life. So was this beautiful lady whom we called 'Samanta kakima' (in Bengali, we call our paternal aunts as 'kakima'). She was our neighbour when Arnob and I got married. Arnob lived in the ground floor of an apartment in the Triangular Park area in Kolkata. He was always busy with his office, so he never got friendly with any…

It was raining heavily when we entered the gate of our friend’s society in Powai. We were invited for dinner and to watch a cricket match together. Arnob, my husband, was about to park the car when a lovely white cat with brown patches ran across the road to seek cover under a shade. “He just looks like Kutu!” we uttered in unison. Indeed, it looked like Kutu, our dear beloved cat of yesteryears with the same white colour, brown patches and with the same bushy tail. We were reminded of our belov…

Some stories happen inside the kitchen. You have to keep your eyes and ears wide open to listen to them. Here the silent ones talk the most, and modest ones are dominating! Every kitchen is a large joint family, full of fights and make-ups, jealousy and inspiration, and of course, the “kitchen politics”, as sensational as a prime-time tele-show. Have you switched on yet? A six hours old chapati is getting recycled to be made into Chapati Pocket with all fresh ingredients. She is a senior among t…