I have five grand children, three of whom live across the oceans, in far off America. Two live with me, rather I live with them, in a somewhat sleepy town of a newly created state, Chattisgarh.
The youngest of them, a boy of 7 years, is a bundle of mischief and a loud sounding chatterbox, so much so that there is not a moment of peace when he is around. All the members of the house try to outshout him, but with limited success. His sister, all of 13 years, is constantly at daggers drawn with him, but misses him most when he goes out playing with boys of his age.
Now I am in Kolkata, having come here to see my ailing elder brother and sister in law. But I am yearning to go back to my sleepy town and boistrous grandson. So, off to Shalimar Railway Station to catch my train. Shalimar? Yes it is a Railway Station of Kolkata, and not the name of a movie film or the garden at Srinagar.
Well, more next time.
