About a year after the wedding, my wife and I moved to a small flat, (apartment, if American). The area of Calcutta known as Lake Gardens sounds delightful. In reality the lake…Continue reading→
Stories from my life
The 1960s
Fish
Sometime in the past, we had listed a series of things we could chat about and we asked our faithful, feckless, faceless and fearless readers to vote on them. And no one…Continue reading→
What is or who did?
<This memory was jogged by reading this post> My last school, (I had 3), took inter-school competitions seriously. If it decided to compete in something, team selection was serious business. When I first…Continue reading→
A dead body at night
It was a dark and stormy night… no wait, it wasn’t. It was a typical Calcutta night, the searing heat of the day dissipating into a warmth with just a touch of…Continue reading→
The Coconut Oil Chaperone
The I am going to put the disclaimer on top. I have obfuscated names to provide some privacy for the parties involved. However, some readers may yet recognize or feel they recognize…Continue reading→
Kebabs – Chicken
<I edited this recipe for chicken kebabs to deal with the limes. Check the recipe for italicized text. Where be italics, there be edits. Remember to attach your thank you note when…Continue reading→
Nasal Blues
So – I need help. Yeah, Yeah – I know! It seems the nose job 18 months ago didn’t quite take. And as things stand I may have to go under the…Continue reading→
Mr Deka's Nightmare – Part 3
Click for Part 1 of the Story Click for Part 2 of the Story That night the three of us did not get to bed as Anirban took apart every card, every…Continue reading→
Mr Deka's Nightmare – Part 2
Part 1 Elsewhere in the city, I was busy doing the rounds of my 5 installations, each in different stages of readiness, some where the air conditioning was not installed to some…Continue reading→
Mr Deka's Nightmare – Part 1
Anirban was still putting the panels back on as Deb rebooted the computer and Deb it was who saw it first. And with Mr Deka standing at Deb’s shoulder the game was…Continue reading→
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