Mrs. Borgohain and What My Parents Didn’t Teach Me

Deuta (as we address our father) never discusses about his office at home, not much even with Maa (our mother). As far as I can remember, for me and my sister, his workplace had always been a ‘cool’ hangout place for us with ever smiling Uncles-Aunties-Dadas-Baideos. Many a time, post-school, I used to spend time… Continue reading Mrs. Borgohain and What My Parents Didn’t Teach Me

A Remembrance, a Regret…and a Thought

I had just returned from a weeklong vacation and heading straight for Hyderabad to the training institute of my organization. Maa informed me that our Aunt was not keeping well and was travelling to Hyderabad for treatment. Bubu Mahi was our youngest maternal aunt – a jovial lady, always animated and an amazing person who… Continue reading A Remembrance, a Regret…and a Thought