Discover Prompts, Day 26 : Hidden
Day 26 :Hidden
After the partition of India my father was transferred to Rawalpindi. My Dad rented a house in Lalkurti Bazaar. It was a three storeyed house which had several places where we could hide.
We had a great time, my school was walking distance from our house. We were happy but my eldest sister grumbled a lot. Her rich friends were unable to visit her because the lane to get to our house was impassable for their vehicle.
Dad was tired of listening to her complaint, so he rented another house. This one was suitable for her and the said friends. The day we were planning to move, we opened all the drawers, cupboards to make sure we were leaving nothing behind. There were a set of drawers one of my siblings tried to open, he had a hard time, it seemed something was stuck there.
He pulled and pulled and then used a little more strength. Suddenly one of the drawer slid out easily. To our surprize we found little boxes of candy, hidden in the drawer. The other drawers had new shiny fabrics, we took them out. Now the question was what do we do with these things, my naughty brother said, ‘ well finders keepers, losers weepers.’
All these belonged to a wealthy Indian family who owned several houses in the vicinity. They fled to Bharat as they did not feel safe in Pakistan.
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Sabethville 
Dear Ranu,
What a fascinating story of finding those “treasures!”
All good wishes,
robert
Dear Robert,
Yes , it was fun finding those things. I cannot remember who ate the candies, I guess my brothers took care of them. Thank you Robert. 🙂
…and what did you do with the candy?
Dear Peter,
I do not remember, but I’m sure my naughty brothers ate them all. Thank you Peter. 🙂
Your narrative tells us of a place and the people there. Unique–in Rawalpindi–and universal–a family’s adventures moving here and there. I greatly appreciate your sharing this.
Thank you for your comment. we were lucky we safely got out of New Delhi to Rawalpindi. Along the way we could have been killed it was the day the non-Muslims were killing the Muslims who were fleeing from Delhi. We walked all the way to our Dad’s office. Our Dad’s colleagues took us to the Old fort, where we spent two or three days until it was safe to travel by train to Lahore. 🙂