Salima Hashmi

I have vivid memories of playing in Lodhi gardens – I was just four years old and my baby sister was in her pram – in a fit of sibling jealousy, I pushed her pram down the slope of the little bridge in the gardens – my fear and remorse at what I had done remained with me all the years when Delhi became a remote place never to be seen again – until I brought my own children back to the city where I was born and stood with them on the little bridge in Lodhi gardens in memory of a childhood left behind.