As I thud and cramp down to the final pages of this book, knowing that it will cause a sleepless night for me, I am filled with fear, insecurity and a sense of uneveness within myself. It has also forced me to raise doubts upon my newly developed interest to get apprised with the our 'glorious' countries partition and the tentative partition history. Anita Rau Badami's , - Can u hear the nightbird call? , quotes the India-Pakistan bordering, Hindu-Sikh communal riots and the explosion of the Air India 182. Defining those dreadful times when "Bad" men, calling themselves "Hindus" or "Muslims" ran for each other's lives. None were spared women, children, nobody. Truck filled corpse of Indian beings sent round the border result from those people who lacked being human. The plight didn't end here, the time that followed was the Sikh demand for "Khalistan", the blue star operation and the killing of our lady Prime Minister. All this leading to the painful death of the innocent.
A poor woman, who lost her family at the age of four during the partition. In between of all these faint rough memories of her family, she grows and finds a loving husband and a beautiful family. Until she pays again for as she mentions the "undone Sins", she losses her daughter in front of her eyes, and all that she gains are the unclaimed bodies of her husband and son, insulted and burned alive.
A rush of uneasiness within myself, on how acts of certain people affect the whole society,rather the whole country. People loose their loved one, the ones who were their only happiness. Children wait back for their parents to come and fetch them out of the hidings. Children born without a family.
In the end, as a conclusion to all this, what i realize, is that for all that happened, there stood no reason else than the thoughts of certain people, which multiplied into others heads, and lead to squared up deaths with cubing the sorrows of people belonging to the same land.
A poor woman, who lost her family at the age of four during the partition. In between of all these faint rough memories of her family, she grows and finds a loving husband and a beautiful family. Until she pays again for as she mentions the "undone Sins", she losses her daughter in front of her eyes, and all that she gains are the unclaimed bodies of her husband and son, insulted and burned alive.
A rush of uneasiness within myself, on how acts of certain people affect the whole society,rather the whole country. People loose their loved one, the ones who were their only happiness. Children wait back for their parents to come and fetch them out of the hidings. Children born without a family.
In the end, as a conclusion to all this, what i realize, is that for all that happened, there stood no reason else than the thoughts of certain people, which multiplied into others heads, and lead to squared up deaths with cubing the sorrows of people belonging to the same land.
