It was a typical June afternoon in Delhi Cantonment - hot, windless and unnaturally still. Most homes were shut tight against the sun. It was summer vacation time so there were no school buses, no ...

An ode to the art of homemaking. They say every new posting brings a new adventure. But for us fauji families it usually begins with temporary MES accommodation, a term that’s fancy for four walls...

There are Army afternoons… and then there are the kind that leave a trace of chilli in your curtains and a lifelong suspicion of anything labeled “homemade”. This particular day was meant to be a ...

A fond memory from our beautiful Army journey Forget chain of command, inside a fauji home, it’s Memsaab, the officer, and Daju… but not always in that order. There’s Memsaab, who runs the househ...

There are certain constants in army life. Parade at sunrise. Tea at four. And Ladies Club meets that run smoother than a drill on Republic Day. So when a Thursday morning meet themed Garden Glamou...

Field posting ya peace posting? - That one question could turn an entire army household upside down. In the 90s, before WhatsApp groups and Google Maps, postings were an old school adventure. No e...

Let’s get one thing straight. I didn’t join the Army. I married it. One minute I was humming along to radio jingles in a city flat and the next, I was decoding acronyms that sounded like secret co...