COVER STORY
10 | STORIZEN MAGAZINE JULY 2019
images started to swim up, of
a time that I had left behind,
or so I thought...
I tried to resist. After all, I was
jobless by choice, unburdened
by motherhood, ready to
explore a shiny first-world city!
But the neat white Ikea table
in my newly-set-up study drew
me in repeatedly. There I’d sit
after my husband left for
office, with my second cup of
tea, and memories that rose
unbidden, like the fragrance of
the night-blooming jasmine in
All right, I determined, I would offload those
memories onto my PC and be done with
them. I was naive. One memory led to
another, then another, a labyrinth opening up
for me to wade in.
the garden of our home in Ferozepur.
All right, I determined, I would offload
those memories onto my PC and be
done with them. I was naive. One
memory led to another, then another,
a labyrinth opening up for me to wade
in. That period of my life came back to
me with the kind of hi-fidelity
reproduction enthusiasts wax about.
To make sense of those memories I
started asking questions. My research
took me back in time and it was the
national library, not any salon, that
became my haunt. Seven years later,
I had a book: The Long Walk Home.