Lessons I learned from my Army career

  DEEPAK — THE LIGHT THAT REMAINS A Son’s Memoir of Sardar Kuldip Singh Chadha It is difficult to write about one's father. For a son, a father is not simply a person whose life can be described through dates, achievements and milestones. He is part of the landscape of one's childhood—the voice you grow up hearing, the presence you take for granted, the smile you recognise from across a crowded room, and the person whose approval matters even when you are old enough to no longer need it. For me, my father was Daddy Ji. Before he was the student, the writer, the journalist, the government officer, the administrator, the social worker or the patriarch of a large family, he was simply the man I looked up to as my father. As a child, I did not understand the full measure of his life. I did not know what it meant to have been born in Quetta, to have been uprooted by Partition at the age of twenty, or to rebuild a life from the uncertainties of displacement. I did not fully appreciat...