'You are a Keralite and we are Bengalis. We are on two ends of the Bay of Bengal. It shall be tough to marry the two cultures, separated as they are by 2,000 kms of ocean.'

Mr. Nair Goes to London

'What about your father?'

'He went abroad and forgot us and we have forgotten him. I am not sure if he is even alive.'

'Do you want to meet your father?'

'No, not at all. I do not want to meet a person who abandoned his family.'

Harry Khanna's Story

She exploded in laughter, 'Oh my God – what have you done to yourself. No hair no pagri! You look like a brown American.'

I opened my arms and she came into them in a hearty embrace.

'By God, you still smell the same,' I exclaimed.

Phillaur to Gurdaspur – A Homecoming