Kishori in My Soul-Passion of an Unlettered Fan
Kishori In My Soul Passion of an Unlettered Fan -1- It was my first posting in service, if one discounts a year of internship at Bangalore. Place was a godforsaken corner of rural Delhi, about forty-five kilometres from New Delhi Railway station - a dismal wasteland of cheerless shrubs and trees. It housed a surface-to-air missile unit. Missile had now gone senile and awaited its formal burial. Station had lain barren for years before this unit moved here a few months back. All buildings were in an advanced stage of ruin. Often a huge chunk of plaster would detach from the roof exposing the rusted network of dirty-green iron grid beneath. Ground water was unfit for any use but for flushing the loo. A water tank fetched drinking water from the city, thirty kilometres away. Officers of the unit were as washed-out. There was no work at the dispensary. Ten to twenty patients came every day with vague, imaginary, uninspiring ailments; probably out of boredom than d