I belong to a generation that was overtaken by the pestilence called Partition.
Dhaka has gone through many ups and downs over the past few centuries.
Songs give a voice to the timelessness of the body’s performative archive.
Communal tension brewing for years led to the violent riots the year before Partition.
In our school textbooks, Partition was a minor detail in the climax of the rousing story of the Indian National Movement.
One man’s journey through the events of 1947 and 1971, and his experience of being a refugee and then a stateless person.