“It was too quiet for hope, and then too loud for safety. She thought of the people she had lost, of the affection, the smiles, the belonging she could never again take for granted. It was the end of a life, and as she stood there, shivering in the brief night-time chill, it dawned on her that it was the end of her childhood.” LossChildhoodMemoryTraumaSeparationPakistanForbidden LovePartitionIndian Independence MovementPunjab Book:Where the River Parts Source: Where the River Parts