Deolali was mesmerised by two exceptionally handsome young guys who rode in one fine day on their mean chugging machine. They were fresh recruits to be trained by Dad. Their sole ambition was to migrate to London for most Brits were heading home as the Empire's rule was about to end. And the matrimonial route was not ruled out possibly via Col Browns toothy daughters!

It was a period of migrations – the Muslims to a new nation being carved out for them, sometimes leaving behind loved and unloved ones; the white man to his homeland, not without trepidation at the impending loss of luxury and an influx of refugees to various parts of India, armed with their grit and dreams to succeed again. In all this melee, Deolali Days has a lot of comic characters who willy-nilly get involved with each other. To top it all, a dazzling yet intimidating woman entrepreneur, seemingly from a royal background, is ready to seize the moment. But adding the most colour is Poppat baba, a parrot whose predictions are mysteriously correct to the dot, driving the heroes nuts! Who is who in this utter chaotic confusion? What happens to them? Deolali Days is a bubbling narrative of those magical times.