I was around 9 or 10 when I first learnt that my mother’s thakurma (paternal grandmother) hailed from Assam, not ...

I wasn’t the midnight’s child, arriving three weeks later in 1947 when India was in the cusp of transition; many ...

Following is Suprobhat Bhattacharya's story about what she had to endure while her husband was incarcerated: In 1961 we were ...

My parents were married in December 1934.  As a wedding present they received a portrait of my mother from my ...

I often reminisce about my childhood, full of happy memories, not unusual for someone in her twilight years. In December ...

He was my younger brother, the youngest amongst all our cousins. But the one with the largest heart and the ...

A designed paper -green, a tad shade of blue- sticks to the cardboard cover, torn at the edges and frayed ...

Sitting down at my desk in the new office. I opened the dak(mail) file to find a flaming pink notice staring ...

This is written by Late Lt. Col. G.L.Bhattacharya in 1978 when he was 60. It has been translated from Bengali ...

Anagha, my daughter, told me yesterday her oldest memory is of me giving her lunch. She remembers me giving her ...

I’ve been thinking of my father a lot, of late. It’s been ten years since he’s been gone and he ...

This is a page out of Lady Hardinge Medical College memories in New Delhi in the late 1960s. We were ...