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 What a lucky day, 🖤❤️Dil💜🤎💚 Khush💝💘💖

  CHOTI ELAICHI   LT COL NOEL ELLIS   02/XII/2021   It was after a fortnight that we returned to our village in Maharashtra. By the time we got in, it was late night. The weather had been unkind as the turbulence we experienced on the plane said it all. There was a prediction of a storm and heavy rains for the next three days.   The first baby to greet us was none other than Oreo. He was mad at us and his body language said it all. We had to explain the reason for our absence. Once satisfied he let us get into the house.   Moment Oreo left the main door I rushed to the window and looked outside and I could hardly believe my eyes that all pots and plants were fine on Ellis' drive. Everything was where we had left them. The ‘in detail’ check would be done the next day.   I could not resist the temptation to caress each plant. This feeling can only be understood by a plant lover. The weather continued to be nasty. It was pitch dark even till 8 am and rained inc

  SIX MUSKETEERS   LT COL NOEL ELLIS   01/XII/2021     One had the privilege to meet half a dozen happy children recently. They were happy not because they were children of the rich but they were more than happy because they were street children living on construction sites. They were children of labourers living under the open sky. They played and frolicked on the road from dawn, till their mothers gave them a whack to get back to their make shift plastic sheet shelters.   A polythene bag would become a toy as they would tie a string and run along the road. They would fly it like a kite. Five contenders and one makeshift kite was not sufficient. Two naughty ones would break off from the group and pick up ‘Bajri’ used as construction material. All of them would gang up and bring that plastic bag down.   A competition would start and the winner would be the one who would land his stone in the ‘poly bag kite’. Then there would be a fight. Abuses, boxes, kicks would