Amit

This man I am married to is my first rightly-perfect-amazing-mistake of my life, something I can repeat any number of times in any number of lives am allowed to take.

That red card still sings Vande Mataram. Come sing with us.

I once had a pen friend, 'very sweet and caring', as a 16-year-old would put it. Out of the 4-5 of them he had the best hand writing and was a naval pilot. I must have exchanged a maximum of 4 or 5 letters with him. He wrote at length and expected lengthy reply, something he could cherish for long, to help keep him from missing family. I know nothing of him other than the person he was and the thoughts he would share through every paragraph he wrote. I never saw even his photograph. But I can recognise that handwriting from anywhere, anytime.
Subir Kumar, was his name. I remember the largest card of my life received on my birthday in 1998. He promised me a gift for my next birthday. I suppose I was to expect his photograph or him then.

Kargil conflict took place between May and July 1999.

Subir, you still owe me that gift.

new to Pune..

its nice dry hot hot weather, less pollution, less dust, un-understandable Marathi, biz-minded ppl, less show-off more attitude, beautiful zoo, nice restaurants, markets with same prices as Dharwad, Amit hates buses due to crowd, hates share-rikshaws (no one shud touch me!), and I hate regular rikshaws due to fare prices (1st km. 11 bucks then on 9!), bought a cupboard, large cot and bed for a total of 11k, got 5 large (min. 3ft length, 3ft height and 2ft width) fish tanks and a few small tanks and about 15 mini tanks in a 1bhk....

and life continues... ;)