Is it not beautiful ?... It takes you down the memory lane ... Inheritance / Sadaf Halai 1945, Bijnor, a man went door to door with a basket of leeches. He never shouted his arrival like the ice-candy man calling Ice ! Instead, the basket came unannounced, he’d set it down when the door opened, Is there illness in the house? My father was five, his mother had a fever, it was too early to know she was dying. While four sons crouched behind her, the lid was raised, flat bodies scuttled. One was lifted, the head a translucent valve, with what my father thought were very tiny teeth it bit her arm and fell when it was full. It made the sound of a small balloon dropping. My father tells this story like all others, slowly, I`m to learn something from it It was before partition . We were poor. We had no camera . The basket is shut. Your mother dies. We leave Bijnor. You will have a daughter who will never stand in a doorway with her arm held out. She has no courage. But she takes the stories she is given. She tells them best she can ...
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 09:29:59 +0000
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