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I don’t remember much about Pandits now. Fifteen years of military oppression has hardly left any space to reflect and remember.
My parents had many Pandit friends. I was told that I was born in a Pandit family’s house where my parents had rented a few rooms in the early 1980s. Later when we were building our own house, a Pandit family, who were also building a house in our neighborhood, lived with us in our tiny makeshift cottage for six months. They were friends, so my family never accepted their rent. My parents enforced one rule strictly: my sisters and I were not to enter our Pandit tenants’ kitchen, which was in a room next to ours.
MAZĀMEEN 