Memoirs of a Fauji Kid
The Childhood I’ve relished all my life, the life I’ve led so far with Pride, the youth that hasn’t been lost with time, the memories that brings a smile. Those postings to the far flung corners of the country, those lush green Cantts, those majestic houses. Each house had a dog, named fluffy, César or Boo, long dog walks that the bahiya’s took. Those games at twilight that we played, those exam material that we so had to share. The badminton courts, the swimming pools, the mess parties with the yummy food. The mid night calling on by the bachelor brigade, the aanda parantha and coffee shakes. The attempt to catch the ol man in bed, if luck be so… home food to have. The look we’d get to stay in room… or the morning to come u’d dance to mom’s tune. The SODA and SOSA we’d learnt about, mastered the art of flirting without a doubt, tambola nights and jam sessions galore. The graduation from gudiya to young lady, the brat to beauty, some too perfect t...