Mrs P’s Lhasa Apsos
Mrs P was my neighbor when I joined the L&M for the very first time after marriage in the temporary …
Tag Archives: memoirs
Father
I cannot claim to have been close to my father. He was someone I was afraid of and tried my …
The lion of my dreams
I have too many of them. Dreams. Everyone has them, you say? Oh, but then I am not talking of …
Pinky
Pinky. That was her name. She wasn’t pink though, rather an ordinary brown all over, with yellow beak and legs, …
The man who pushed me aside
At the Do Banki camp in the tiger reserve at Sunderbans, there is a raised walkway and a watchtower from …
