Wednesday, 12 October 2011

untold miseries of 1947 separation


She is lean, 5' 5" in height, beautiful and very active. She was grandmother of Vritti. I was interested to hear her experiences due to division of India in 1947 as her family was living in Pakistan at the the time of separation. She has excellent memory of those incidents and the struggles her family surpassed, although they were themselves huge mountains. She was13 and she was married. Several of the people, men, women, children, very old people and physically challenged ones- all tucked in such a small space. Challenges were many, no privacy to feed the baby, no sufficient clothes even to wear, dipped in chronic threats as to when Pakistani military people will attack them or stealing womanhood permanently. Many died, succumbing to diseases, a natural outcome of low hygiene or shortage of timely medical help. They were living but not knowing about the next day's existence. Why did this happen to our brother and sisters? Why can't we travel back forth and touch the routes of our heritage?  I know it may be an impossible wish but still I wish but I don't know why? I can't breed hopelessness, helplessness, & that's the way I am.
Luckily the grandmother could give birth to a son and a daughter. She could now lead a contended life with her son, Vritti's father and mother. Vritti is fortunate in many ways, she can experience the beauty of her parental love and the soothing from her grandmother. She is a very brilliant student of MA Psychology program of Jammu University. I love her a lot. She loves me too. 

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