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In The Lap of Chail – 9

Few days after Kaisha arrived in Delhi she had to leave for Dehradun from Delhi for a film making seminar. Before she left she spoke to Beeji, “It might take a few more days Beeji. This seminar is very imperative to my career else I would never go. Don’t go to Kandaghat alone. I want to see it and understand why you call it the abode of gods.” “I will wait for you”, Beeji confirmed.

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In The Lap Of Chail – 8

Kaisha got busy with her exams but she never failed to call Beeji. She talked to her every day and they giggled and gossiped as they used to in the night in Beeji’s clandestine looking room. Time flew fast and summer arrived. Kaisha’s exams were over and she was all set to go to Chail. Seeing her awake early on a weekend her mother asked, “Kaisha! It’s a weekend. Don’t you want to sleep?” “Of

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In The Lap Of Chail – 7

A fortnight had passed since Kaisha arrived. Beeji’s life had changed and so had Kaisha’s. Kaisha had settled down at Chail. She woke up to the vande mataram on All India Radio on Beeji’s radio that was ages old. Every morning she set out into the deodar and pine forests and the tapered and hilly streets of Chail to capture life at its best. On her return she would water the rhododendrons, the bougainvillea and

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In The Lap Of Chail -6

The next morning, Kaisha got up to the sound of chirping sparrows in Beeji’s room. She rubbed her eyes to drive away the laziness and saw Beeji feeding those grains of rice. “They are my best friends ever since I came to this house. Simmi loves them too.” she said. Beeji had been living in the kothi since fifteen years after she and her husband separated from her son and daughter in law who lived

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In the Lap of Chail – 5

Here are chapters 1, 2, 3 and 4 Post dinner as Kaisha was about to tuck herself in bed the room suddenly turned pitch dark. She could hardly see a thing. “Beeji! Beeji!” cried Kaisha but there was no answer. She stepped out of the bed and started discovering her route to Beeji’s room. She saw a shimmering candle light in the corridor and heard Bindiya calling out to her, “Kashu didi stay where you are. You would bump

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In the Lap of Chail – 4

Here are chapters 1, 2 and 3 Kaisha entered her room after having the evening tea with Beeji. She could smell the scent of chir pine from the furniture that adorned the room. She had stepped into this place the first time in her life but she could not feel any eccentricity there. She opened the giant French window and was enthralled to see the spellbinding view. The window overlooked the Sutlej valley and everything looked

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In The Lap Of Chail – 3

Two hours later, at the Shimla airport Kaisha saw Maan Singh waving to her. It was a freezing afternoon. She kept rubbing her palms to keep herself warm as he dumped the luggage into the car. “Madam Ji would you like some tea?” asked Maan Singh. Kaisha looked at her watch. It was 3:30 in the afternoon. She gestured a no and asked to start for Chail immediately. She sat back and relaxed to enjoy the drive.

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In The Lap Of Chail – 2

“Why am I supposed to do this? Why can’t Papa go? I need to work on my photography assignments.” cried Kaisha as she took a slice of toasted brown bread from the plate on the breakfast table and started coating it with butter. Her mother looked up from the newspaper and said, “Papa is very busy these days. Don’t you know that? He comes late and leaves early and that has been a routine since

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In the Lap of Chail – 1

It was a chilly December morning in Delhi. A slender beam of sunlight peered into Kaisha’s room through the window above her bed. The sunbeam was warming up her feet which were indolently floating out of her blanket. Kaisha was fast asleep and the warmth of the sunbeam seemed to mollycoddle her in the cold. “Kaisha”, called out her mother’s mellowed voice. Kaisha was lost in the world of her own, hardly being able to

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