my beginnings

The decade was the sixties. Old faridabad was a peaceful, what you would describe " a sleeepy little Kasba". However, one road that came into town ( named Railway Road back then) was lined with lush green mango and neem trees. It seemed there was only one of everything: One road into town, one road out of it, One talab, One Hanuman mandir, One arya samaj, One main bazar, One boys school, One girls school. One subzi mandi, One Anaj Mandi. As if there was no need for more than one of anything. Our house was almost the first house as you entered into town. Streets so peaceful, you could walk up and down without fear of being run over by a vehicle. And vehicles would actually be able to drive and not stuck in a perpetual jam. I the littlest in this family who were considered one the most eminent if not really THE first family. My father, the president of the municiple committee and generally revered by towns people. More to follow....