My memories of the Big Black Military Boxes goes back to my childhood where my Dad came hopping out of an Army truck with these, after his tenure in some remote location. Be it Kargil or some desert in Rajasthan, these boxes were always his companion. Another vague memory that pops up in my mind is…
Married to the Olive Green
“Aunty, You’re so Pretty!” #AtoZChallenge
I set foot in the Army Base at Pathankot after about a month of our wedding. Those of you who have read my last year’s AtoZChallenge posts about 26 hours before the Wedding would know that my husband, the soldier was about to move to some remote location in J&K, in just seven days after the wedding. Thankfully,…
Is a Meager ‘RIP’ enough? #MondayMusings
Having moved to a new flat and accomplishing the task of getting a “good” roommate, I had a great start to the Sunday. We were on our way to the theater early morning to watch the well-crafted, feel-good Malayalam movie Charlie, that I received a call from my husband. From the tone of his voice, I…