We are almost at the end of April and the challenge is almost over. Indulge me a bit and let me ramble. Let me glorify the past and seek solace in coloured memories. Let me feed my aching Continue reading
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Xerox still exists. But one doesn’t see the yellow STD, ISD, PCO, Xerox signs as much these days. It was a temple of learning during my childhood. How frequently did we go there with books Continue reading
Uniforms were boring. I always waited for Wednesdays to bring out the colours. (It was colour dress Fridays at BPGHSS). It is surprising how something trivial as dress stays in my mind after all Continue reading
I couldn’t come up with a V word to encompass my childhood. I asked a few friends but that led to nothing. I turned to Google and it gave me a link to the Urban Dictionary. I clicked the Continue reading