The Red Garden
This is a tribute to the people who gave up their lives at the Jallianwala Bagh massacre on the 101st anniversary. I visited the Jallianwala Bagh once in my dreams. I saw the walls ridden with bullet marks. On passing one of the marks, I heard a voice call out to me from the wall in the silence. It rattled me. It was an old mother who asked me, "How is my son?" "Is he living a happy life out there?". She continued, "He would be married now and would have kids as big as you. If you have any information about him, please tell me". Her franticness and unconditional love felt as if it was my mother asking, and I replied, "Yes, he is doing well." On walking further, I saw another bullet-ridden wall and heard another voice whispering to me. He inquired, " Does mother still asks people how I am? Don't tell her that I am also here. " He further questioned, "I hope she still asks the question with the same fervor? I don't ...