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Secret Seven Formulas to become a GENERAL
My soldiering on the formulas started when I first joined my husband in his field area posting. Both of us were brought up as civilians – no clue of the army life. One fine morning, while relaxing in front of our basha with the latest edition of India Today, I saw my neighbour passing by.…
Sandwiched
“I am the fifth generation soldier in my family”, said the walrus ‘stache gentleman sitting in front of us. Awestruck, both of us applauded him. Towards my right sat my clean shaven husband – neither his parents wanted him to join the Indian Army nor his two children were motivated to go Papa’s olive green…
To Colour, Or Not To Colour
Instantly I realized it was time for me to look inside. When philosophy starts making more sense after 52 years on this planet Earth, then it has to be the COVID-19 era. Actually, my husband felt bad for me as I was unable to visit a salon. I had been so fond of flaunting my…
Bras & Shhh…
At 21, I married an Indian Army Captain. The Captain was then posted in Uri, J&K and the second phase of my bras started, the unhygienic journey of my undergarments. The first one was related to being starved of bras. Reason of course “Shhh…” Phase 1 When I was a teen, I found it very…
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