My journey from Lahore to Haridwar was not by car or by train , but it was a flight through someone's else's reminisce of life's history. One evening the past had knocked at my door ,with a thought that I would pen down the story , which she had been carrying around in her heart for years . The scenes of 1947 partition , still blazed in the eyes of those who had seen them with their bare eyes. The screaming slaughtered moving train has remained a night terror for those who had travelled in it .