I HAVE just returned from a long trip to Kumaon, the land of my birth. For the longest time, we had been unable to visit those beloved areas, homes and forests that have sustained us through the tough
I can clearly remember where I was on May 27, 1964, the day Nehru died: in my aunt’s charming cottage in Mukteshwar, up in Kumaon. Delhi then seemed very far away to us small towners and there w