Invisible White Lines

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.

The author grew up in faraway Bradford, England, and came to India for her higher education, before marrying an Indian Civil Services officer. She presents a heart- warming experience of living in this precious little town; closely examining its people and everything that surrounds it. The anecdotal account is replete with an insider’s view of the benefits and follies that come while walking through the power corridors of our nation’s bureaucracy.