Amritsar, India. Early morning of the Twenty Eighth day of November in Nineteen Hundred Fifty Seven was just any other morning. Like hundreds, no tens of thousands, before and many many after.
It was no different day to the world that goes on spinning relentlessly in the vast universe with a purpose that humans have not yet understood. Relentlessly. As day follows night follows day.
Nothing special. But for the fact that I was born that day early morning and came in to the world crying like every one else.
But I do not recollect any of it except by second and third hand memory of my mother, and uncles and aunts, all of whom are no more. My father was away for work.