Sugandha chanced upon her love for writing just like that. She signed up on blogspot and started an online journal to fill up her free time. But one look at ‘Somethings Sugandha’ and you will thank her for the ‘Shades of Life’ she paints for us there, and for herself. Fiction, personal reflections, views and reviews can be found adorning her space. Food for our thoughts and food for her own mind too, she says.
Now, Sugandha and I have something going on between us. You can call it an ‘affair to remember … to meet’ for more often than not, we catch ourselves saying to each other ‘We need to meet’. However, we are yet to travel that distance to see each other, even though we live in the same city.
Travel that distance...
Sugandha asked me to write a travel post for her blog and gave me sweeping powers to choose the kind I wanted to. So, I picked a memoir post, as a little girl growing up in a sleepy hamlet of lichi trees and tinned roofs, in a home called Dehradun. A post about what Travel meant when I did not know what all it could mean.
Of life and times when school was special even in its sameness of routine and evening play among kids for the newness, for who knew who the ‘denner’ would be that day? Of times when Sundays meant meals on a chatai in the garden, all 12 members of this joint-family together and festivals nothing short of spectacular. And of a life when travel did not mean packing large suit cases and leaving the house home-alone but something else entirely …
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