I’m going back in time to experience and be consumed by the events that don’t belong to me, but to my ancestors- all because of six yards of fabric.
A few years later in 1985, I also got married and we both got busy with our respective lives, eventually losing touch. Its been 35 years today since we last spoke to each other.
They were sternly warned not to bring any belongings, but Kapur held in his pocket a receipt proclaiming that a final shipment for his business was still due to arrive from London to Karachi.
I asked her what she had found. Through her smile, she whispered, ‘Sri Dasam Granth’ – the sacred scripture containing texts composed by the Tenth Sikh Guru, Guru Gobind Singh Ji.
Over the years, the briefcase and all that it contains has become a representation of my late grandfather and the man he was. Through the items inside, I have come to learn about his interests and beliefs.