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Lambretta rides and ice-creams at 'Bhakre di nehar'

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Nestling in the foothills of the Shivaliks and surrounded by water on three sides, Nangal, where I spent significant time in my growing-up years, is etched in my memory.

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We moved around a lot as my father was in the Army, but we had a house in Nangal and we would spend all our vacations there.

From the old-world charm to the unique wooden Bhakra-Nangal train, the town had plenty to offer to visitors. Sectors and roads intersecting at right angles akin to Chandigarh also meant it was a town with planned features, making it quite easy to live in.

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For someone who had family in town, there was even more to do. My cousins, who lived across the Nangal Dam, would sometimes cycle along the Sutlej for a family meet at the Chief’s restaurant. My father would take me there on his trusted blue Lambretta. We would savour ice cream served in chalice-like cups with an unmatched view of “Bhakre di nehar”. The Lambretta is long gone but the memories of those joyous rides and ice-creams along “Bhakre di nehar” still knock sometimes when I spot an ice-cream vendor.

Neelam Chandel, Chandigarh

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