Son: My language is home. And it’s not here. As I look at the dark sky intermittently set afire with colourful and rather dangerous fireworks, I realise… this man is right. Why would I ever want to leave my father here?

Dad, you told me little about partition. But when I googled, I realised that about 15 million men, women and children had to uproot, crossing borders, to regions completely foreign to them. Whether they were Muslims or Hindus, their true identity, their true home, was where they were born, where their ancestors were. But, as you said, all that is unnecessary history.