fहndi - Mahatma Gandhi Antarrashtriya Hindi Vishwavidyalaya

But when I touched the door of the housesunfamiliar vibrations flowed in my veinsrippling with memories and incidentsof my nana’s suffering during partitionwhich were narrated to us, along with hislove his attachment with Rawalpindi.Suddenly the door opened,and an old lady peeped out‘Who are you...what are you doing here’Yes, I thought who am I, what am I dooinghere?Silence animated the inanimateconsciousness.What am I doing in this city?City unknown, but of my nana’s passionthe city of Rawalpindi.when I touched the wall of the houseit whispered softly, ‘I am Melaram Haveli.’The voice of my nana, escorted me inside,‘This is my room, and that one...,near the courtyard, is your mother’s,my daughter, Sheila, she is the life of the family,but could not live, after your birth,and after leaving Rawalpindi.’‘Oh, why are you crying my dear?’asked the lady with great tenderness.‘Come live with me, its your own home’,the partition has not divided humannessthe boundaries of any nation and politicians,are not the moral agents, to divide love.She took me in her arms like my own nani,living in Rawalpindi.76 :: April-June 2013fgndi •