The woman stops suddenly, she sees a balcony and seems lost in her thoughts. Then move your head and walk.
We found Asha Sood a hot afternoon in the main bazaar of Paharganj. “I’m looking for 3631, Ramnath Patwa,” he said. It was his childhood home.
Entering a shaded path, Mrs Sood said, “Nothing has changed, nothing … Main Bazaar always seems the same … I came here after sixty years … fewer bakeries.”
When carrying two bags, it translates profitably.
“I could not wait for the cold weather,” he said. “I must go back to Albany.”
Ms Sood is a US citizen. Visiting Delhi. His parents were from Punjab. His father worked with the railways in Quetta (modern Pakistan) and had to move to Delhi after the partition. He spent the first years of his life in Paharganj.
“These are the streets of my childhood,” Mrs Sood. “Mother lived in my salwar kurtas but sometimes so she allowed me to wear long skirts.” Once she bought me an orange Lehenga, I went to see the Dussehra procession.
Upon arriving at Che Tooti Chowk, Mrs Sood said: “There was a vegetable market here … I also remember Ram Prasad Halwai who made the caramel in ghee desi … I have to show you the road that goes directly to Bangla Sahib Gurudwara) “.
Ms Sood stops at various places to ask the merchants the way of the street where she once lived. “Our house consists of a single room on the first floor of a building … was originally a factory for the manufacture of silver rings.When we arrived in Delhi, a camp was assigned to outside the train station of New Delhi The first priority for refugees was to find a house.human resources between us looking for houses abandoned by Muslims who went to Pakistan.but the father said that the government was going to arrange for our accommodation.was the mother who came out.were times People sometimes die in these houses.Mother finally found a room in Ramnath Patwa. ”
Leaving otherwise, Mrs Sood met a ruined building; It has a sloping roof. “My God, he’s still standing!”