Question

One of the advantages of growing up in an Army household was the frequency with which we
move. 'Postings' came with predictable regularity every three years. What was unpredictable and
therefore exciting was the suspense. Where would we go this time? Ambala, Pune, Dehradun,
Allahabad, Tejpur, Bangalore, Yo! ... In my short span of thirteen years we had moved lock, stock
and barrel eleven times! Every move meant a change. New journeys, new places, new schools,
my new books, new uniforms, new friends and new houses. We lived in tents, bashas, Nissen
huts, flats and bungalows. No matter what the shape and size of the dwelling, mother soon put
her own special star n it and transformed it into a familiar place - our home -complete with
bright yellow curt coffee-brown carpet, assorted pictures, hanging ferns and potted
palms providing a comforting sense of continuity in our essentially nomadic life. I was thirteen,
the year we moved to the Cantonment at Allahabad. In stark contrast to the razzle-dazzle of the
city's commercial areas like Katra and Chowk, the cantonment was a quiet, orderly place with
broad tree-lined roads that still carried the names of long-dead Britishers. Our bungalow was
on a sleepy by-lane called MacPherson Road. When we first saw it, my brothers and I were
delighted. It was by far the biggest house we had ever lived in. The task of furnishing those huge,
echoing rooms daunted Mother.​

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