Love, Life and Connected Pasts
It’s August 2010 and I’m in a village called Domkhar Barma half way up the Domkhar Valley, western Ladakh. The mountain river coming from the snowmelt higher up the valley divides the village with a few houses on the far … Read the rest
I had my first confrontation with a ghost in the 1940’s. My family were staying with friends in the village of Narborough, near King’s Lynn, Norfolk, after evacuating from our London flat because of the bombing. We often visited Narborough … Read the rest
The next few months were a turmoil and the saddest period of our lives. Baba had not been keeping too well and was exhausted running around to the Calcutta Corporation for Ma’s tenanted ancestral house. The tenant had stopped paying … Read the rest
First of a two part narration of family history and childhood memories
I start writing the memoirs of my childhood in Madhya Pradesh, anecdotes and incidents of those years which had a dramatic effect on my life then and later, … Read the rest
It was Anita’s first day as a boarder. She had never ever been away from her family. Her day had started with tea in the refectory at 4pm. She was anxious but all seemed jolly. A very friendly nun ushered … Read the rest
In 2010 I was working as an External Fellow of MAKAIAS and studying cultural heritage and identity of the Lepcha and Mangar communities of Darjeeling and Kalimpong . The study was based on extensive fieldwork which took me and my … Read the rest
In this second part, the author reconstructs her father’s childhood in Dacca. Read the first part here
My father, Pranab Guha Thakurta, was born on 19th March, 1926, in Dacca.
From as far back as I can remember, Baba’s … Read the rest
The month of March, when a brief spring in Bengal blends into the first signs of summer, is always associated by the author with the birthdays of her parents, Krishna (nee Rudra) and Pranab Guha-Thakurta. In the first of a … Read the rest
The dreary day lent itself well to our looming task. We drove, four college students, up a snaking drive littered with wooden pavilions, bridges, and benches. They no doubt were a lovely addition to the grounds in the summertime, but … Read the rest
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