The Hindu
There is nothing more poignant in a faraway land than stumbling across a remnant of your native culture, marooned thousands of miles away. My host, Martin Howard, was an ‘exuberant, Kipling-quoting, salty-humored old India hand’, who, with his elegant wife, Annie, lived here, at the delightfully-named Tikli Bottom. Annie, breezy in turquoise block print and beaming welcome, thrust some tinsel …