Historical Fiction

Movies and Tongas - Take a Ride to the 1950s

Subhash Mathur

Subhash Mathur is a resident of Jaipur after superannuation from Indian Revenue Service in 2007. Presently, Subhash is engaged in social and charitable work in rural areas. Subhash is also Editor of http://www.inourdays.org/, an online portal for preserving work related memories.

Editor's note: This is historical fiction.

When I was about 10 in the late 1950s, we used to live in a small town of Rajasthan. It used to be a leading industrial centre till labour unrest did it in.

Of late, the town has re-emerged in a new avatar to become a coaching hub for all sorts of competitive exams. It is also the backdrop of Revolution 2020 by Chetan Bhagat.

By the standards of those days we were a small family. Parents and four siblings, two brothers, two sisters. The eldest was Tanvi but Tanu for us. I was next. I am Ramesh, and so naturally called Ramu, what else.

Next was Bhagat but Baghi for the family. He didn't mind the appellation.

Santosh brought up the rear. Her pet name was Toasty but  parents called her Bhichhu, as she was prone to tell the bitter truth with her toothy smile. And bite.

The siblings jelled well, particularly in adverse conditions. We named ourselves as the Fearsome Four.

The behaviour pattern of the Fearsome Four could easily have been included as a classic in any OB class of any Management school worldwide. But alas!

Ashes of Hope by Malika Gandhi

Malika Gnadhi
Malika Gandhi

I am a mother of two boys. I began to write when I was at university, and I have not stopped since then.

I have attended a creative writing class, and went to the Annual Writer's conference that takes place in Winchester (United Kingdom) every year. It was the most exciting writing experience I have had.

I would love to travel widely, and to write as my main job.

Email: malika_c_gandhi@hotmail.com

Editor's note: This contribution is historical fiction.




Chapter One

26th January 1943


I don't know where to start this letter\; maybe by saying I am sorry. Sorry, to not have been there when you needed me most, sorry to have got myself in this situation, and sorry to cause you, Ma, and Babuji much sadness and grief.

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