News from various corners of the city reminded me of the riots in our own city, Rawalpindi, during the partition in 1947. I was very small then, but I remember some events vividly. We lived in a predominantly Muslim mohalla. When the riots started, it was our Muslim neighbours who looked after us. Even after Grandpa sent the family away from Pindi, the neighbours did not let Grandpa leave town, assuring him that things were bound to come back to normal and that all the violence was being perpetrated by people from ‘outside’ and that the local people were not involved. Grandpa was one of the last Hindus to leave Pindi, or so I have heard and that too, because the people ‘from outside’ got the upper hand.