Yesterday, I was having a look on the novel-“Train to Pakistan”. I have already read that book before, nearly 7 years ago. But this time there were some pictures included in them at the time of partition. When I saw those pictures, I was left for sometime, in that period, to think about the condition of people who suffered such a big impact of division.
The people were killed and left at the place. Some were killed by hunger, some by human beings and some by moving train. The number of killings was so great that even vultures and kites were fed up of eating fleshes of those dead people. The scenes which were created, was beyond the imagination of human mind. Even devil’s mind could not imagine such a disaster in his cruel mind. Then how, these events happened with human beings. Those human beings, who talk about kindness and wisdom, were involved in such shameful deed. The politicians, loved their seats more than the people and due to their stubbornness and greediness, so much people suffered.
The act of split-up with anger has always been affecting nations, communities, religions, families, brothers and friends. I always wanted to live in a unified India, but today I see people calling other people that he is a North Indian, he is a South Indian, he is a Hindu, and he is a Muslim but I have never heard them saying that he is an Indian.