the grown up period

So,I think I mentioned that we left Gwalior behind,no regrets,with new found energy,only sad part being that Babu,and Bhaiya,were still not keeping well,better but not well enough.

Bhaiya,started school in Gwalior,shifted effortlessly through the Central School system,to Bhopal,the capital of Madhya Pradesh.The name derives from the time of ''Raja Bhojpal''.It was later ruled by the Pathans,and interestingly by lady Kings,who were very progressive,yet ruled from behind the veil.One of them set up the Medical College,other educational Institutions,for either sex.

We started living in the Old City,nearer to the EME Centre,near to which,was our Babu's office.
Not very pleasing aesthetically,but functionally and people wise very interesting and helpful.

Our Ma was so disappointed that she just lay down and cried.Crying was always at her nosetip,which would turn reddish pink,at the advent of a tearjerking storm.I never could stand it.Tears came to me reluctantly,she was the exact opposite.