Wardha

Two Englishmen entered my life when I was a schoolboy in Wardha: Mr. Bachelor and Mr. Reginald Craddock. A long road runs from the Wardha railway station to Arvi Naka—today three kilometres of life and noise—full of doctors, banks, petrol pumps, shops and mangal karyalayas. In the mid-sixties, my father bought a house on this …