The beauty of being a child is that you don’t realise and don’t know the multitude of differences between people and places, castes and faiths. Especially if you are Indian, it doesn’t really matter where you are from : North, South, East, West. You are all just all similar because you share the experiences you share, laugh at the same jokes, fear the same things, love summer vacations and hate exams. This is also very true if you are an Army child. You’ve grown up being friends and living with people from all parts of the country: it’s the best secularising force ever! It is only later when we grow up do we begin to differentiate and separate a Bengali from a Kashmiri and a Keralite from a Tamilian. So “I am from Coorg” didn’t really mean too much for me as a child, other than most people not knowing what Coorg was! Well, the last part hasn’t changed even today. Until I was about 10-12, my visits to Coorg were just annual trips to heaven - where your grandparents spo