
My Dear Nur,
Yesterday I seemed lost for many hours. From the moment Niha ran to me to show me an old picture, until the sleeping pill she gave me took effect. It was a picture of you and Jack, Sunny and me and M. Gupta with his wife, Sonali. Some other couples were in the background of the photo, which was taken in Gupta’s house for a special Christmas party. Niha, it seemed, was cleaning out my old trunk and found the picture. I don’t remember which year this picture was taken but way before partition as so many of those in it were gone afterwards. You might remember when you see the picture, as you have better memory than mine. I was so emotional, like you, lots of memories came back to me and it was impossible to stop my tears flowing. Niha, always the perfectly devoted Ayah, calmed me down. She selected an old Indian movie with Shashi Kapoor and made me take a sleeping pill. She had no idea that seeing that old photo would affect me so deeply. Anyway, the movie made us laugh until our stomachs started to hurt, like they did the time we had all that Masala Dosa!
You take care of yourself. Love from my heart.
Lily
Lily Dear,
Your letter arrived today and I’m so happy to receive it. The gardens are looking heavenly and so Maali has set me up in the old garden swing with lots of pillows and a tray of tea and cookies that Ayah brought out for me. I hope the two of us aren’t going to allow ourselves to become maudlin. At this age, we need to have a continuous flow of wonderful things on which to look forward. But, I believe in my own heart like I said in my last letter, that there are things that are surfacing that we need to address and then leave to rest one last time. All these years, we have never spoken of the incident about Gupta. After his death, we had our suspicions but could not voice them. The country was starting to experience so much unrest with Gandhi and the Congress Party; the push for a partitioned India, the rumors of war. Although you and I were very astute and had our hands in some aspects of current events back then, there was no way we could come forward, causing a scandal with what we believed to be the truth about Gupta’s death. The country was in an impending uproar and the slightest hint that Gupta was assassinated would have just added one more spark to the heat already growing. All was such a tamasha!
I’m so sorry that finding that photo caused you such distress, but I do feel that just by writing about it here, privately, where it can do no one any harm since all of the people involved died so many years ago, is a good thing. What I never told you, because Jack-having worked in the intelligence service and always so cautious, promised me to secrecy- was that on that very same night, Gupta had pressed a note in my hand. A tiny piece of scrap paper torn from the label off of one of the champagne bottles. Scribbled on it in tiny writing it said “She is trying to kill me”. When I showed it to Jack, he told me that he would try to look into matters, but that I was not to say anything to anyone, not even you. He took the note and burned it in the ashtray until only ash remained. Like you, I, too, was forced to hold back. Like you, I felt helpless, unable to do anything. Unable to talk with you, my best and closest friend and sister, about it. Then we got the news that he committed suicide and I knew in my heart it was a lie. We must, now, talk this out and straighten it out in our minds so we can let these ghosts of the past rest in peace. You know, I’ve never been able to enjoy Sandesh or Coconut Sweets since that fateful night.
Write soon, your ever friend,
Nur
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Authors Khadi Madama and Bela Banerjee introduce you to two octogenarians who remember their lives in India from the days of the Raj until their gleaming golden ages in this light hearted and sometimes bittersweet letter exchange.
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