India, Aug. 18 -- My father was in a transferable job in the state services. I joined the Central Government. It was an extension of the life I had led earlier. I could not appreciate it then, but my journey was a bed of roses compared to many who were unfortunate to have been uprooted from their homes. I met a gentleman at Corbett during a literature festival I attended a few years ago. He was born in a Punjabi family in Lahore in undivided India. I looked incredulously at him as he told me about his age with a twinkle in his eyes - not yet 80 but getting there within a few months. He reminisced over dinner about a time long past. He crossed over to India with his parents and siblings as a four-plus, something child at the time of Partitio...