That’s what our parents & grandparents did at Partition.
They picked up the pieces, they rebuilt their lives & ‘moved on’.
however was that they were deprived of a National Therapy, a collective conversation to reveal, speak, discover others equally wounded and above all question.
Who decided on their behalf this displacement of 20 million human lives ?
Who was accountable for the lives lost or violated ?
Who could they turn to, to quell the demons that raged within ?
Some, however, still continue to repeat past errors by obfuscating the truth.
And in obfuscating the truth they refuse to name & recognize the gangrenous nature of the problem.
~Let Kashmiri MusIims and Pandits say sorry to each other and move on. It is like two friends who have a fallout but they love each other~
Or
One could choose with the Power of One to refuse to be be a party to the same whitewashing , the same sanitising of history.
How does one prettify a Girija Tikoo sawed in half while still alive? In which file of the brain does one tuck her away?
Which friend makes you eat rice soaked with the blood of your loved one ?
A legacy that perpetuates crimes borne in the past & expected to be taken on the chin in the future.