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Her

I read the notes for the thousandth time and kept on reading them over and over again just to convince myself that this is not the reality, that I’m just being delusional, that nothing...

Karak Chaye

It’s the beginning of a new year-1947. It is a casual sunny day. Across the street, children are playing “gulli danda”. Today is a special day for Fateh and Saleem as their best friend...

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...

Purgatory of Hope

‘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...

The Last Cup of Tea

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...

A TALE : History Never Told Us- 1947

“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...

There Are No Heroes Here

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...