
Grandmother, grand tales
Grandmother, grand tales My mind spooled backwards in time a good forty years to my childhood and even more as I spent the long months

Grandmother, grand tales My mind spooled backwards in time a good forty years to my childhood and even more as I spent the long months

Our, ‘Mejo Kaka’ the second born to our grandmother, was a rare good person, a perfect gentleman. He did his graduation from Patna university and

Long back in 1970, Pranab, one of my younger brothers, affectionately called Panubabu, and a few friends had an adventurous Cycle-trip from Sindri to Jammu. They

I took admission in the Indian School of Mines, Dhanbad, in the year 1957. Those days Football was the most popular of all sports and

As I remember from my school days in the fifties, our Sejokaka (সেজো কাকা, father’s younger brother), a grave man, had certain touch of aristocracy about

Our house was in a lane of Behari Sao Lane, Bankipur in Patna. Our Dadu ( grandfather) Shri Adhar Chandra, was a gentleman of great