Rashmi Kaleka

Narrated to me in Punjabi by my father, Sukhdev Raj Chadha. Transcribed by Ranbir Kaleka: Dad says it's all very vivid, "When the slaughter started the sky was empty of all birds, the skies carried no bird sound." In the midst of the cruel violence of 1947 Shankar Ohri, my mama (mother's brother) is agonizing …   Read More