REFUGEE

REFUGEE

– K.A. ABBAS   

INTRODUCTION:[1914 TO 1987]
                           

K.A Abbas was an outstanding journalist film director and an Indo – Anglican writter. He has written political novel and short stories. This story attentions towards hostility the invested during the partion of India and Pakistan.

THE PARTION OF INDIA AND PAKISTAN:                         

The Partion blew away nearly ten million people like Autumn leaves from one end of the country to other. In October of the year it also below two weak old women into Bombay hundreds of mile away from their home towns one of them was the author’s mothers and the other was the mother of a Sikh friend.

THE TWO OLD WOMEN:                       

One had come from panipat and the other from Rawalpindi by a strange chance they reached Bombay on the same day. The author called his mother Amman and his friend called is mother maanju.

MAANJI’S PATTERN OF LIVING:                       

Maanji used to live in the Rawalpindi in her own house .It was an double storeyed building. She had her own buffalow and also a shop which gave her a regular income she was very happy and peaceful fill the partion which forced her to leave all her properties and went to Bombay as a refugee.

THE FRIGHTFULL INCIDENCE:                       

 The situation in Rawalpindi become very dangerous for Hindus and Sikhs but maanji refused to leave her own place then something happened that shapped the last thread of her faith on the round in front of her house a tangowallah was stabbled to death along with his house. This fight full incident made her to move from her own place.

MAANJI BOMBAY HOUSE:                            

In Bombay she and her husband Live with her son in a sings room. But in Rawalpindi she had a big house and servants. In Bombay she cooks with her own hands washes the dresses. Sweeps the floors from a prosperous land lady she became a refugee.

CONCLUSION:                 

Everything has changed in her life in  bombay her health became weak. She never complained sometimes the rememberence her home in Rawalpindi and tears come from her eyes it suggests that in the refuge there is neither nor haired but only memories.