Red Tea-Party
We were having dinner when my father announced, “Tomorrow we are going to visit the Gurdwara Darbar Sahib in Kartarpur.” I burst with excitement and joy, “really, baba?” Many of my friends have been...
We were having dinner when my father announced, “Tomorrow we are going to visit the Gurdwara Darbar Sahib in Kartarpur.” I burst with excitement and joy, “really, baba?” Many of my friends have been...
The idea of a country dividing in two was as absurd as learning that your mother had grown a second head. It was akin to learning that the very earth beneath your feet had...
‘Shafaq, I just don’t feel this has ended or it ever will. These ladies will never be able to feel safe in this place’. Lalita exclaimed in fear. Her teatime discussion had to be...
Year: 1947 It seemed like any other evening – or maybe it wasn’t. The disastrous announcement which triggered the bloodiest upheavals in human history was made just a few hours ago and with it...
“Abdul! Ram! The tea is ready. Are you both done loading!?” Jalander Singh paced towards the bullock cart, where Ramgopal held a bundle of small household items wrapped up in a big piece of...
July 1947 A Muslim, a Hindu, a Sikh are having tea together. It sounds like the start of a bad joke. But it’s much more tragic. The Muslim holds in his heart rage against...
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