Belgaum and Sulga Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, "This is my own, my native land!" Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d, As home his footsteps he hath turn’d, From wandering on a foreign strand! - Sir Walter Scott I remembered those lines when I started packing for our annual get-together of school-friends, which was at Belgaum, our own ‘native place’. The joy of revisiting Belgaum permeated my being. Well, Mumbai is not exactly a ‘foreign strand’ and we are quite ‘at home’ here, or so we thought. At our earlier get-togethers, there was great enjoyment in meeting the school-friends but this time, it was doubled by the venue, Belgaum. For forty-odd years, w
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