My Grandmother’s Ballygunge Circular Road


My Grandmother’s Ballygunge Circular Road

“Should we take the bus or should we just take a rickshaw instead?” asked by grandmother. Walk, just walk I kept repeating. The reason being quite simple the more we walked the more time that we had together listening to stories of her childhood and of course Indian version of fairy tales.

It was around 1985 – 1986 and I had just joined St. Lawrence High School in the junior section. Being very sentimental school was not that very attractive for me. Seeing my mother vanish beyond the curve near our house every morning on my school bus ride to school was always a very teary affair. Often tears would roll down my eyes and the boy sitting next to me would console that the school would be over in no time and I would be back home soon. I still remember his name “Piu”, I am sure it was what his parents called him home but he stuck with that. And the best part was that Piu was of my age and in the same class. I have never ever met Piu after leaving that school.

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Check Please


Check, Please

It was in the year 1997 and somehow huffing and puffing me and my friends managed to pass our 10th board exam. So precarious was our situation that our parents were not concerned which division or ranking we would secure instead they were more worried about if in the first place we will manage to pass our boards or not. Before going ahead let me describe each of my friends, for ethical reasons I am changing all their names but trust me all of them are real.

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