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1 " Kashmir and Hyderabad were the two apples of princely India that were the rosiest, and on the thorniest branch too. "
― Manreet Sodhi Someshwar , Lahore (The Partition Trilogy, #1)
2 " India was free... broken in parts... bruised, but free. There was an essential unity to India that no partition could destroy. "
3 " Was Bapu right then? The line was meant to be only on paper, but it had morphed into the bloody battle line of brothers. Two millennia later, the Mahabharat was being re-enacted. Just as Bapu has feared... "
4 " Aren't Hindu, Sikh, Mussalman, Isai, Parsee like the spices in Panjab's masala box? Assorted? "
5 " The Mahabharata is our story, but in this modern version - our Shakuni has an English avatar. "
6 " Beli, my friend, the ting with Panjab men is that they can wrestle camels to the ground, but in matters of the heart, they are destined to be losers. So, take my advice Quit before you bwgin. "
7 " Beli, my friend, the ting with Panjab men is that they can wrestle camels to the ground, but in matters of the heart, they are destined to be losers. So, take my advice Quit before you begin. "
8 " Beli, my friend, the ting with Panjab men is that they can wrestle camels to the ground, but in matters of the heart, they are destined to be losers. So, take my advice: Quit before you begin. "
9 " Muslims and Hindus and Sikhs were not separate nations - they were Panjabis who had lived for years on the land, enjoying each other's festivities or ignoring them, but co-existing nonetheless. "
10 " Bapu could not bear the thought of India being partitioned, but the bitter truth was that in the hearts of Indians, lines were already drawn. "
11 " Gandhi. Jinnah. Patel. Three men from Gujarat who had worked together as one team at one time for one goal, Now the British were leaving, goal achieved, but the team had fractured. "
12 " The world hat day appeared perfect. Like a great wrong had been righted. India had shrugged off her shackles and had stood upright, ready to claim her rightful position o the world stage. "
13 " As the tricolour was unfurled against the sky, a light rain began to fall an s a resounding cheer broke through. he stood in the sea of his countrymen and women, unable or unwilling to return to the flagstaff. The Governer general, standing upright in the car, saluted the flag. A bright rainbow appeared emblazoning saffron, white, green - the colours of Independent India - in the blue sky. Jawahar felt curiously light. As if Indra himself had unfurled the tricoor from his indradhanush! "