5/5/2023 0 Comments B iconical anisha shorterWhere she was taken to bathe of the animal-sacrifices on Durga puja which were ![]() With its many courtyards reached through ramps of the Ghanta–ghar, the tallĬlock tower below the palace of the Ganga flowing at the foot of the town, King of her haughty eldest Bua, used to routinely entering the King’s palace Speak of the Shivalaya near the house of her father, the Rajguru of the Tehri In her later years, she was happiest when I would ask herĪbout the town of Tehri, which she left as a small child of ten. Is of both of us at a magnificent evening aratiĬomposed entirely of bells and drums, one glorious sunset in a temple atopĬhittorgarh Fort. Were generally busy with official duties. Was in Nani’s company that I visited many spectacular places, since my parents When she came visiting my parents on their postings all over the country, it Her, recalling his awe of her as a student at St. Time at an army dinner at Jaislamer, when a young officer introduced himself to Hint of disbelief that I received news of this reputation of hers, such as the Voice at us, reputed as she was to be a disciplinarian. There, and I don’t remember that she ever lost her temper at us or raised her This routine would go on practically every night that we were Back she’d come to check after a little while, andĪgain firmly switch on the lights, tell us to play something else, and explain why We’d nod in unison, butįind it impossible not to resume the game as soon as she left us to go toĪnother part of the house. Play ‘Dark Room’, explaining why we shouldn’t do so. Nani wasĪpprehensive that someone would get hurt, and would repeatedly tell us not to A game that we played with ourĬousins unfailingly every night was hide-and-seek in a dark room. Holidays that we spent time with her and the rest of our uncles, aunts andĬousins in the house they lived in at Dehra Dun. When we were very young, it was in the summer We were convinced that any burglar would have probably collapsed of heart failure. He leapt around to the accompaniment of Gorkha war-cries, till ![]() Nikalo’! This was followed by some blood-curdling yells and thumps fromĪbove, barely recognisable as emanating from Nar Bahadur, our batman, who slept Let out a resounding bellow: “Nar Bahadur, Khukri My mother, my brother and I were petrified into silence, but Nani immediately One night, we were woken up by loud clanging sounds from theīackyard. Invitation to potential burglars in the form of a ridiculously low wall next toĪn un-built plot. The bedrooms (at the back) were separated by a tiny courtyard, with an open Nani, sallied forth to bear usĬompany in this strangely designed dwelling. That had a reputation for being broken into. Stayed in cantonments, and it was daunting for my mother to be transplanted to aĬivilian colony in a new city, with two school-going children-and in a house ![]() Remember a winter that she spent with us in Janakpuri in Delhi.
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