Learning Punjabi in Delhi
Posted on Jul 20th, 2013
WE were in Delhi. Not to visit the fine old city, but to study and live far away from the comfort of home. My friends and I had travelled from the city of Patiala and were now in the deep end. We had earned the right to be there by a mixture of intelligence, proper schooling and some degree of …
‘Arrived safely. Letter follows’
Posted on Jun 18th, 2013
My father never opened a telegram, not if he could help it. A deeply ingrained attitude, developed and nurtured in the early decades spent in his village, Mithewal, had convinced Giani Gurdit Singh that telegrams were harbingers of bad news. The fact that he had a fair share of telegrams coming his way, and most of them were positive messages, …