This week I visited my hometown, Amritsar. Amritsar is an aged old city, founded in 1574 AD, on the banks of a holy pond from which it got its name (Amrit means ‘holy water’ and sar means ‘reservoir’). I was born and brought up in Khalsa College. My grandfather was the head of the Botany Department there for more than two decades. He was provided an accomodation, on campus, a large banglow style home. I was born there. My mother was a teacher in the Khalsa School for Girls. Years later, both my brother and I studied in the same college.
Wow, isn’t the Golden Palace stunning, and my mouth watered seeing that Parantha, and what a feeling it would be to be back in your home town and meet up with people you knew and who knew your father. ❤️
Wow, Amritsar sounds like a beautiful city. And your grandfather was a botanist! I'm originally a botanist by training, although I no longer work as a botanist these days. Coming from a mix of cultures, all of whom migrated to result in me being a New Zealander, I get what you mean about the loss of those place-based connections with people. Bittersweet as Sue says
Thank you for sharing! I enjoyed your photos and writing! I find it is bittersweet to think of the loss of shared intergenerational memories and yet simultaneously enjoying the gifts of new memories and connections of our own creation. All we ever really have is this moment. Happy travels.
Thanks for posting the pictures of the college you attended and I found the Golden Temple captivating to say the least. It's nice that you get to re-visit your old roots. Please keep the stories coming, as I enjoy them so much.
Wow, isn’t the Golden Palace stunning, and my mouth watered seeing that Parantha, and what a feeling it would be to be back in your home town and meet up with people you knew and who knew your father. ❤️
Wow, Amritsar sounds like a beautiful city. And your grandfather was a botanist! I'm originally a botanist by training, although I no longer work as a botanist these days. Coming from a mix of cultures, all of whom migrated to result in me being a New Zealander, I get what you mean about the loss of those place-based connections with people. Bittersweet as Sue says
Thank you for sharing! I enjoyed your photos and writing! I find it is bittersweet to think of the loss of shared intergenerational memories and yet simultaneously enjoying the gifts of new memories and connections of our own creation. All we ever really have is this moment. Happy travels.
Hi Neera,
Thanks for posting the pictures of the college you attended and I found the Golden Temple captivating to say the least. It's nice that you get to re-visit your old roots. Please keep the stories coming, as I enjoy them so much.