Essay On The Day I Should Like To Forget.The Day when Sub-continent was .partitioned was a day of inked feeling. It was marred by sadness as well as by happiness. People were happy because they were now free from the foreign rule hut sad because various tragic incidents were happening. As I was living in the Bombay district of India, I saw some ()I' the most tragic and painful events. When ever I remember them. I shudder. Mass migrations were the natural outcome of the partition.
People of one land were going to the other. In those days there happened most tragic incidents like kidnapping, abductions. arsons. murders. rapes. loots and bloodshed. I left my hearth and home on August 14, 1947 and reached Delhi vv ith great difficulty. From Delhi 1 caught a train so that 1 might reach I .ahore. near the border. I got some space for standing in the n Ain. I he train was packed to its capacity with the refugees. Main people \vere sitting on the roof of the train.
The train steamed on and sped very slowly On the way 1 saw one Man murdering ;mother with his sword. I was shocked to see this ghastly murder. In the meanwhile. our train reached a station. It was night time. It was a perfectly dark night. The driver of the engine refused to start the train on the pretext that engine was out of order. It was a difficult time for me. The train was standing at a wayside. The raiders attacked the train mercilessly. I took some of my belongings and tried to cross the bridge.
As I was very tired. I rested for a while. People were rushing forth screaming and crying. The families were disunited and separated. I spent my night on the bridge along with other people Who were also passing that dark and dreadful night there. But as ill-luck would have it. it rained very heavily. Rivers and streams were flooded. The gurgling water was gushing forth on the plains. Nothing could be seen. Many persons became the victims of cold and fell ill. There was no conveyance.
The fear was ruling my mind. Anyhow 1 ventured to walk through the water which was knee deep onwards to the city. As I was coming with some of my luggage. I stranger who snatched my belongings.. Thank God. the stranger did not play with my life. I then. ran immediately in a frightened manner. I crossed the difficult terrains in a bid to reach Lahore. were all the refugees were reaching.
I had not taken any food for the last two days. I was feeling very hungry but it was all in vain. I reached Lahore. I met a family which was my neighbour at my home town. The members of that family offered me some eatables and I thanked them. But as there were heavy rains and dirt: so, there spread an epidemic and I also became the victim of that epidemic. I had no money for medicine. All rested upon God. I escaped from the jaws of death.
People of one land were going to the other. In those days there happened most tragic incidents like kidnapping, abductions. arsons. murders. rapes. loots and bloodshed. I left my hearth and home on August 14, 1947 and reached Delhi vv ith great difficulty. From Delhi 1 caught a train so that 1 might reach I .ahore. near the border. I got some space for standing in the n Ain. I he train was packed to its capacity with the refugees. Main people \vere sitting on the roof of the train.
The train steamed on and sped very slowly On the way 1 saw one Man murdering ;mother with his sword. I was shocked to see this ghastly murder. In the meanwhile. our train reached a station. It was night time. It was a perfectly dark night. The driver of the engine refused to start the train on the pretext that engine was out of order. It was a difficult time for me. The train was standing at a wayside. The raiders attacked the train mercilessly. I took some of my belongings and tried to cross the bridge.
As I was very tired. I rested for a while. People were rushing forth screaming and crying. The families were disunited and separated. I spent my night on the bridge along with other people Who were also passing that dark and dreadful night there. But as ill-luck would have it. it rained very heavily. Rivers and streams were flooded. The gurgling water was gushing forth on the plains. Nothing could be seen. Many persons became the victims of cold and fell ill. There was no conveyance.
The fear was ruling my mind. Anyhow 1 ventured to walk through the water which was knee deep onwards to the city. As I was coming with some of my luggage. I stranger who snatched my belongings.. Thank God. the stranger did not play with my life. I then. ran immediately in a frightened manner. I crossed the difficult terrains in a bid to reach Lahore. were all the refugees were reaching.
I had not taken any food for the last two days. I was feeling very hungry but it was all in vain. I reached Lahore. I met a family which was my neighbour at my home town. The members of that family offered me some eatables and I thanked them. But as there were heavy rains and dirt: so, there spread an epidemic and I also became the victim of that epidemic. I had no money for medicine. All rested upon God. I escaped from the jaws of death.
'Me above dreadful. details of partition days always haunt my mind. When I recollect the grim instance of cold-blooded murders, mass killings and firings. I am simply shocked. But now I have decided never to remember those days of misfortune. Indeed I should like to forget this most unhappy and unfortunate day of my life.
