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She spoke for the first time since she escaped through the back window of her house. It was then she shouted,
Koi Hai, Koi Hai...
Is someone there?
She shouted the second time a little louder, and then decided before her final call to check the railings of the bridge where she would climb and jump into the river and drown herself. She was about to make her third call, "Koi Hai," when a feeble voice from under the bridge came back,
"Mai Huun, Neeche Aao"
(I am here, come under the bridge.)
She heard it clearly. Emboldened by this voice of life, she let go of the railings of
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Produktbeschreibung
She spoke for the first time since she escaped through the back window of her house. It was then she shouted,

Koi Hai, Koi Hai...

Is someone there?

She shouted the second time a little louder, and then decided before her final call to check the railings of the bridge where she would climb and jump into the river and drown herself. She was about to make her third call, "Koi Hai," when a feeble voice from under the bridge came back,

"Mai Huun, Neeche Aao"

(I am here, come under the bridge.)

She heard it clearly. Emboldened by this voice of life, she let go of the railings of the bridge and started walking back to the shore and then down toward the pillar.

At the base behind the pillar there lay a wounded Sikh soldier who seemed shot several times and had been bleeding the whole night. The soldier had little time left, as both his legs were stone cold, and life was leaving him slowly. Harbhajan, out of compassion, kept his head on her lap and covered him well with the blanket and started reciting the holy scriptures in his ears, and then she dozed off.

Would she escape the genocide that had just begun and make it to the end of her journey of grief? Would she start a new chapter of her life?


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Autorenporträt
Tejinder Singh Mehta was born a few years later of this woman who bravely survived the worst genocide of the Partition of 1947. The dust of his mother's feet he bears with reverence and gratitude. He studied engineering at NIT Srinagar, Kashmir, India, and International Business Management at Georgetown University, Washington, DC, USA, then worked with various industrial companies in India, Europe, Russia, and eventually, the USA. He now lives in Fresno, California, where he operates a trucking business. In this book, he shares many of the stories of his life and his views of what it means.