I was born in Indus and was a little girl of eight at the time of Indian Independence. We children were as joyous as India but there was sadness too....I remember being taken to the very last parade of British soldiers in Mumbai before they marched through the great Gateway of India and onto ships which took them away forever...the Indians and the Brits watching were laughing and crying together.
A year later we left India too and went 'home' where we mourned India forever too...
I spent three weeks in India in 1999. I loved the experience but I understand why people who were raised somewhere else can feel like India is a world apart. An extremely fascinating country with a lot of contradictions.
nice piece. very relatable.
I was born in Indus and was a little girl of eight at the time of Indian Independence. We children were as joyous as India but there was sadness too....I remember being taken to the very last parade of British soldiers in Mumbai before they marched through the great Gateway of India and onto ships which took them away forever...the Indians and the Brits watching were laughing and crying together.
A year later we left India too and went 'home' where we mourned India forever too...
I spent three weeks in India in 1999. I loved the experience but I understand why people who were raised somewhere else can feel like India is a world apart. An extremely fascinating country with a lot of contradictions.