Essay: Kishkinda Times by Namrata Naidu
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In this pictorial essay, Namrata Naidu takes us down memory lane as she reminisces about her childhood in Hampi.
Kishkinda. Hampi. I never did relate the two words together let alone imagine the magnificence of the legend held in its name. I have to backtrack here to start at the beginning of where the foundation of the memories relating to the sacred land was laid.
Being a banker with the State Bank of Hyderabad, my father was posted in various parts of the country with his counterparts in the banking sector. One of those postings was in Gangavati. A small town in Karnataka close to the Tungabhadra river and Hampi. While dad moved places, me, my mother and my maternal grandmother were based in Hyderabad to keep intact the continuity of my schooling and more importantly at that point, my grandmother’s wish to not live anywhere else but in her beloved city of the Nizams.
