Lived in the cantt. area as a child. My father was posted out after I turned 7.

Brings back some vivid memories of my ‘tiny-me’ life there, some instances being -

- walking all the way home from school (Spicer Elementary) in Kirkee; being picked up on the way by the driver; not speaking a word; and finally bursting into tears as soon as I see Mom.

- doing the silent act once again during a school function where the entire class sang and a boy and I had to simply do the ‘acting’.

- the whole family (Dad, Mom, and us 3 kids) on the Enfield (Yezdi) on our way to wherever…, with middle bro sitting on the petrol tank, holding on to the handlebars like he was driving, littlest me on Mom’s lap, and eldest bro at the back clinging on to Mom for dear life. :)

- attending the pujas in the cantt.’s temples and gorging on the ‘prasad’ offered there.

- being bitten on the chest by another little girl while we fought over a doll’s pram. (Still have the bite marks…)

- being chased by our abnormally aggressive pet rooster, ‘Bruce Lee’, while playing Cowboys and Injuns; circling the house twice – all the while screaming out for Mom, dear Mom – before I find an open door & bros chase Lee away. Oh how I howled that day too!! :)

- the open-air movies; hiding our faces behind our parents’ backs when some terrifying fight scene was on.

- good ol’ Richie, our Lhasa Apso, who was ever loyal and lived with us for almost a decade.

Would love to go back, if only to see my old home.
And maybe, make new memories…