Stories recounted by Tasveer team members...
"My family house in Subhana, a village just south of Jalandhar, was once owned by a muslim family who sold it to my great-grandfather before leaving for Pakistan. There's a small muslim shrine that still exists in front of the house. People of all religions light diyas there on special occasions. I often wonder about the family who lived there before us. Where are they? What is there life like? What would it have been like had they not left? I dream of a reunion of old neighbors for whom 'home' was once the same place.
I'm attaching a picture of the front of our house which was rebuilt. You can see the Muslim shrine that's been there on the left of the picture, in front of the house. "
"One of the most vivid memories of my childhood is sitting with my grandmother, watching her sad, forlorn face as she would tell the stories of 1947.. her eyes would water thinking of the atrocities she had seen.. while traveling on a train she saw a family slaughtered in front of her eyes.... even after 40 years the memories haunted her. She would say that it didn't matter what someone's religion was, everyone became a monster. "