I can safely declare myself a female version of Forest Gump with a minor variation. He was running, I am walking—slow, brisk, stroll, dragging feet, all kinds of walking. We have a spacious campus ...
I am crying foul and throwing fits. Barely a fortnight ago had we come to this beautiful place flanked by the mighty mountain and tea gardens. After a wonderful dining-in, we had an amazing New Yea…...
‘1930 Hrs. Dining In.’ He sent me a message while I was busy spotting Kingfishers from the window of the Afsar Mess at a location far from home. Although the term ‘Dining-In’ wasn’t Greek to...
All right!!! Let’s begin to weave a cosy blanket of tales to warm up the hearts. Let’s start again from the same very point where we had left. You know everything (okay, almost everything) about m...