Memoirs

A quiet lesson in loyalty, dignity, and why no job is ever small Yesterday— the last day of 2025 —I found myself doing what age teaches you to do naturally: looking back. Not with regret.Not with bitterness.But with a quiet sorting of memories. I have a habit. My mind works like a sieve. I let the bitterness drain away. I hold back the good. Some people collect grievances as proof of life lived. I collect moments that taught me how to live. That habit has given me something i

Notes of Nostalgia, Echoes of Music, and a Father’s Melodic Legacy I hold dear the vivid recollections of my childhood, a time when I would watch my father skillfully manoeuvring the Harmonium. It was through his renditions of bhajans and melodies, coupled with his resonant voice, that I came of age. This instrument, I dare say, played an integral role in shaping my upbringing. From the tenderest of ages, the strains of music reverberated against my eardrums, evoking an encha

A young boy’s close encounter with the Keelor brothers and the tiny fighter that changed the air war. I was a school-going boy in 1965 — too young to understand the geopolitical storms of the time, yet old enough to sense that something unusual and urgent was unfolding around me. My father, serving in the Indian Air Force, had been posted to Adampur Air Force Station , one of the IAF’s most important frontline fighter bases in the western sector. For a child, Adampur felt lik