Book Description
“Late one evening, in the early summer, I sat underneath the whirring fan at the front verandah of my residence. From here, I could gaze at the evening garden, as if sitting at the banks of a gushing river. The driveway gravel appeared to be a smooth grey stream running upto the main gate. The garden lights illuminated the silent and elegant trees on the other side of this gravelled river, silhouetted upon the dark evening.” Subtle and beautiful thoughts dot this interestingly truthful account of life in Ferozepur, a border outpost, as seen through the eyes of a young wife of an IAS Officer. This book talks about the habits, practices, lifestyles, social evils and perils of living at the border of India and Pakistan in the commissioner’s residence.