By Shaili Jain, Scope, February 5, 2020
Growing up, when I would hear about my family's experience in 1947 -- the tumultuous year that British India was divided into India and Pakistan -- it usually came to me as bits of information at inopportune moments, often accompanied by my dad's anger, bitterness and sadness.
But on a road trip, when he talked about it in 2007, his narration was totally different. It was smooth. It was cohesive. It was stripped of all those negative emotions.
I'm a psychiatrist, and trained to listen closely. As my dad's words floated to me from the backseat of the minivan, I recognized them as testimony.
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