Lucknow: A home that no longer is

The one thing that amuses and comforts me in equal measure in Lucknow is the language. The हम and the आप, the lilt and the singsong; the subtle goading and the open dismissal all done with love and brotherhood. I wonder if I spoke like this too (some people say I still speak like that) …

A Place Called Home

I have always avoided going back to old places. By old places I mean places I have had a connection with in the past but have nothing in common with now. This holds true not only for towns and cities but also for schools, colleges, places of work, even neighbourhoods. Life however has a way …