There is something in a name…in my case there is something “behind” my name.
Apart from beginning with “V” like both my parents, my name has a funny history. On the day of my christening ceremony, my aunt (dad’s sis) left from Churchgate to come to Goregaon where the ceremony was held. That day, some day in Aug 1983, due to heavy rains, a tree fell down over a local train at Grant Road railway station. Due to this, the railways were disrupted and it took my poor bua heroic efforts to reach goregaon. She was the one to “name ” me according to the rituals!! And hence she chose the name “Varsha” for me!!!