Partition Page #2

Do not let me take you.

Kill me now. Please.

You were a soldier, Gian. You will not let me suffer.

Please, Gian, you are a gracious man.

It will be easier for me. It is easier for me to be so, please.

Kill me now. Please wait.

There is still hope. Please, trust me.

This is all I have. Hopefully it will be helpful.

For those who had to leave everything behind in Pakistan.

More than 500 rupees, friends. Maybe more.

Let this be an inspiration to us all.

Why all this?

What do you mean to live with my family's blood on your hands?

Let the lord Vishnu smiles on our people.

Let the hell comes rushing at this house.

It should help, as long as anyone can, to put our nation.

Thank you, thank you.

Thanks. You're a fool, Gian.

Why does the Muslim woman? Why?

We are still holding it?

Forget the old memories, Gian. The boy was dead.

You lose it.

Please, Mother.

Please

Lord!

Lord!

Most of them are able to kill.

I have long been a soldier.

You gave them a lot of money.

You need to sleep.

I see that you still have your bike, Ms. Stillwell.

Gian!

What on earth are you doing here?

Are you okay? I'm so worried because of all the fighting and killing.

I hope you like fresh vegetables. How nice!

Just that I do not have them saved.

Of course. Thanks.

Come on, please.

It was a massacre.

Perhaps the family survived. Where are they going?

In a village near Lahore.

You mentioned that the Delija.

There is a chance that local authorities

may have information about its closest relatives in Pakistan.

I promise, I will do everything they can to help.

I did not have any effect. Dad's legacy, you know.

But I'm not optimistic, Gian.

You have to know how it is these days:

Finding a family is considered a miracle.

Miracles do happen, ma'am.

Yes, that is. Really happen.

I need to go, if I think I catch the last train.

Please, bring this to the child.

I could not, madam. But you were too dareIjivi.

I insist, but you must promise me

it will come back and bring more fresh vegetables.

And without that "Madam", please.

Thank

We'll hear it, I promise.

Where is my son?

Not here. I see it.

He went to New Delhi.

He went to visit an Englishwoman.

Gian thought that maybe it can help to find my family.

Good. Glad to hear it.

Here are the clothes you asked that chassis.

My son does not want his wife to clean.

He does not like that anyone touching things.

Mother.

This looks wonderful.

Thank you very much.

The house is so clean.

Thank

Gian ... let me bring water.

No. Until you go out from this house, no one will touch it.

Everyone knows that I'm here. Observing your house.

When you're not here, I'm alone.

Let see who is their enemy.

I'll bring water.

How dare you come to our well?

For you there is no water. Go fetch it from Pakistan.

Leave her alone, Rani. Take it with you and.

Water belongs to everyone. Then let go of your well.

Carries the water for the house of my son.

Allow.

Are you hurt? Malo.

Thank

This is a surprise.

This is a field of mustard, is not it?

That's nice.

Do you know what you need?

What? Red turban.

Imagine the red against the blue sky and yellow flowers.

I have a red turban. Too bad!

Today I have prepared something else.

My mother never taught me to cook.

She said that school and learning more relevant.

And I just wanted to draw and paint.

Fortunately, so I can eat everything.

The Army was good for it. The only thing they can not digest it ...

Pumpkin 'chapatis'.

And in this? Desert.

Saffron and almonds and pumpkin.

What is it that you can not svari?

Pumpkin.

Do not tell me.

Let me guess what we eat for dinner tonight.

G. Sharma!

Miss. Stillwell, it's nice to see your face Ijupko.

I am looking for? Still waiting for an answer to my request.

Good Grief! You told me you will by ensuring for him!

Small Muslim! Yes, yes, I remember the case.

The Muslim child in your friend's Sika.

Mr. Singh was in the people of my brother, Mr. Sharma,

and as such is not mjoj Sikh friend, however, has the right to reply

from the Indian government. Miss. Stillwell ...

Ministry in charge of finding a family

has received thousands of demands.

I have a close friend who writes for The Times of India.

You might be interested in writing about your lack of interest.

Very well, Miss. Stillwell, I will personally take care of it.

Just ... send me another copy of the letter.

So.

Goodbye, Miss. Stillwell.

Gian!

Give me this color. No, not power.

Will. You need one hand free

to throwing paint. Well, here goes.

This is wonderful.

Nobody stares at me, no one is watching me.

Today no one knows who I am.

But I know. You have to leave early to greet.

Do not you dare. I dare.

Manjula, do, please. Wait here. I went and took, ok?

Early!

Gian.

Enough. Enough.

Naseem!

Come on. Come on.

No one will hurt more.

Naseem?

It was so much blood.

No one was able to escape. My mother, family.

It's okay.

With me you are safe.

It should be cotton.

Still no news from New Delhi.

You'll have to decide.

I do not know what to do.

It can not stay here forever.

Letter.

From New Delhi.

Can I?

"Dear Gian, I'm sorry that you did not previously written

your occasion requires.

Trying to solve the problem with the Indian government.

G. Sharma, an official of the Department for resettlement of refugees

at the Ministry I was personally convinced that this will be his priority.

I assure you that it is only a matter of time when I have news for you.

Once again, Gian,

I can not thank you enough you're worried about my dear Andrew.

Margaret "

Lord! Gian!

Lord!

My legs! I can not move your feet!

Lord! I can not move your feet!

We will draw you! Hold up!

But! Dam!

Do not let it drown! I'll draw you!

I'll draw you!

Do not let yourself to drown!

Look at me! Do not let yourself to drown!

I can not keep! Look at me.

So be afraid. I'm not going to drown!

Deliver my feet, Gian! Please.

Please, Gian. Please.

You promised Maggie that you worry about me.

Please

We need to go. Please.

Please

Who is Andrew, Gian?

Her brother.

I promised her that I will uphold it.

He was killed.

Choked up.

I had to kill him.

Andrew.

I love you, Gian.

INDIAN TIMES:

Maybe you talk with some people from the ministry.

Yes, it would be wonderful.

I'm so happy you're back to fear that does not make any progress.

In fact, I'm here just two weeks.

I came to the documents for permanent residence.

for England? England? No. No.

Lahore, Pakistan.

It is interesting how the times have changed.

It seems that, thanks to my ancestors, Lahore is now overseas.

Well, we'll be neighbors.

Our office was selected as representative

Shared Bunjab-Lahore legislation.

I requested to be present for some time.

I can not imagine why they called me.

You have to stay in my hotel. Hotel?

My family left the management of Hotel Royal.

From journalist to hoteliers.

I do not know if it's a step forward or backward.

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