Today, I am here to share my passionate and utilitarian experience. One day, I was appreciating my granny with one of my very close friends; she has become my friend only recently, so she was not aware of my granny. My name does not match with my granny’s name as she belongs to Punjabi family and I belong to a Muslim family, but she is my real dadi. There are millions of tragic story during this time, and one of those I would be representing here, so people can understand the reality of political gains that only creates agony, anguish and heartfelt memories of violence.
Because she deserves to be dadi for all the throbbing past she has been through. I am constantly impressed by her because she is the only one in her family who survived the riots of Partition in 1947.
Britishers left the country in 1947, but only after creating a trench that remains unfilled even today. India was divided into two separate states in August 1947. The news of the border between Hindu-majority India and Muslim-mainstream Pakistan was kept underground until the very last moment. Punjab was split down from the middle and many people did not know if they would be living in Pakistan or India.
The decision of the man drawing the line was not just an administrative formality, it was a matter of life and death. The scare stays, the detestation stays because it has been built into people. They did not trust one another because of the things that were being done — a thin line between love and hate was drawn between the people of India.
Almost one million died and 15 million were displaced as Muslims fled to Pakistan, while Hindus and Sikhs headed in the opposite direction. There was suffering, fear, a misperception of where one should go, which is the right country for them to live in. It became even more confusing for those who were neither Hindu nor Muslim.
My grandmother had her sister who was just three years old then. Unfortunately, she was been killed by a traitor. My granny was also attacked with a sword, and she was just nine years old then. She fell down and the perpetrators thought that she had died, but granny was alive and rescued by a person, who sent her to a camp, but after some time, she realised that she had been left alone on this planet after losing her parents and siblings.
One of her relatives adopted her and nurtured. She then got married and since then, has been living a happy life with her family. She is a very outspoken and a multidimensional personality. She not only looks after her family lovingly, but also helped her husband in his business successfully.
Whenever you meet with her, you realise how beautiful life is. She is full of life, always talking sweetly. She always sings beautiful songs. She is 78 years old but dances so gracefully.
After losing her parents at a very early age, I am astonished by how she always lives her life with such zeal, inspiring others around her. Her parents and three-year-old sister were killed by goons during the riots when she was just nine years old.
Even though she has experienced numerous hardships, she showers all with true love and care. She is living in a good way and without any hard feelings.
To sum it up, I just want to say that we are human and we must live together with humanity. We must always try to keep ourselves away from hatred and violence, which have nothing to offer to humanity. Historical evidence has always indicated that be it the war of Kalinga or Mahabharata, wars of conflict at any time have never brought anyone any advantage.