One of the most badly hit cities in Italy was Bergamo. With a swift blow, Corona played a cruel game and took away so many. Bergamo! Suddenly images started popping up in my head Tennis, Albini, Silvio, Pini, Claudia. I sat burdened with this news and was transported back in time. A time when I... Continue Reading →
Even though I was born and brought up in Adoni, Andhra Pradesh, my ancestors came from a small village, around 150km from Udaipur. Just like the other cities of Rajasthan, Udaipur evokes a sense of beauty and romance. So does my village Kalandri, a quaint, sleepy little place, home to around 10,000 people. Over the... Continue Reading →
I come from a very humble background and I am also a Jain by birth. Birthdays were not really celebrated at home, it was just another day. When my children grew up and started going to school they made a big deal about my birthday. That is when I started realising, for my kids, my... Continue Reading →
Tennis is such a funny game you wouldn’t believe it if I told you that the score ‘Love’ actually comes from the French word L'Oeuf meaning egg as in Aanda in Hindi, each match beginning with a score of Love-Love. And that is exactly how I feel about this game. If anyone were to ask... Continue Reading →
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