Now I am three years old. It is 1947.Now there is an independent India. A lot of bloodshed,a lot of lost lives, but yes! It is victory in the end. I am a citizen of independent India.
My father has been working continuously and coming home early in these last few years. My mother, Anu and me have been rooted in our home in government accommodation since the past three years.
My father used to bring rice and wheat flour on his way back from his office and all five of us used to eat whatever we could manage. At night we had not enough water to drink so we used to fill the water in pots and live on it.
There was fear of attacks in night time so everybody used to be home at about 6 pm everyday.