The Friendly Crab
It did not snow last winter. Cold, frosty nights, but no snow. Just some hail and sleet one evening. I have spent forty winters in Mussoorie, and I can recall only one when it did not snow. That was my first winter in the hill station, 1963-64. I have known it to snow as late as April, so perhaps there is still a chance of waking up one morning to see the oaks and deodars all decked in bridal white.
I have the reputation of being something of a stay-at-home, but as I get older I find myself getting about more often. There’s an urge to discover new places while one can still stagger around without a walking-stick.
Last December, I spent 10 days in Orissa, courtesy Dr Samanta and my friends at KIIT University and its school in Bhubaneswar. One of the highlights of my trip was a visit to Gopalpur-on-Sea, a little-known seaside resort on the...