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Jaswant Singh recounts the massacre that rocked an
empire.
TWO
armoured cars rumbling through the streets of Amritsar halted in front of a
narrow lane. The soldiers marching alongside also stopped. The lane was too
narrow to let the armoured cars in. Brigadier-General Reginald Edward Harry Dyer
alighted from his car and cast a disappointing look at the narrow opening and
ordered his men — 25 Gorkhas and 25 Baluchis armed with rifles and 40 Gorkhas
armed only with khukris — to follow him.
Where is my
Ahmed chacha?
by B.
Grover
IN
1947, I was a small boy of five who lived with his parents at Faridkot. The
street I lived in was dominated by Jain families but had some Muslim families
also. Two such families I still remember. One was of an old widow named Niamat
(whom we called Niamo dadi).
Fragrant
memories of Norah Richard’s Chameli Niwas
by Charu
Dogra
IT
was last year that I had a chance to visit Palampur, a small town situated
in the Kangra valley. The visit left me totally smitten and awestruck by
the serene beauty of the place and its surroundings. I had been to the
mountains earlier but never before had I witnessed such an amazing
interplay of nature and tranquillity. |
The ‘miracle
healer’ of the hills
by S.S.
Chib
ONE
wouldn’t have believed that ‘miracles’ do happen if one had not been a
witness to one of them. It was sheer coincidence that the efficacy of the ‘miracle
man’ was tried when a relative was given up by best medical institutions as a
terminal case of cancer. A visit to the tiny hamlet turned the situation on its
head and the man is now living a full and a healthy life.
Ushering in
the New Year
by Vinita
Kalra
WHILE
travelling through India, Mark Twain had a wonderful way of describing the
average Indian’s propensity to celebrate every joyous occasion. He said:
"Although the week has only seven days, Indians tend to celebrate eight
festivals every week"!
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