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Is this fear valid?

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Amader bari okhane chhilo.”

(Our home was there.)

I don’t remember when I first heard that sentence. It was never explained, never expanded. It would appear in passing—during a conversation about land, or relatives—and then quietly disappear.

As a child, I didn’t question it.

But over time, that one line began to feel heavier.

Because “okhane” was not just a place. It was a home left behind. A life interrupted. Something that could be remembered, described even—but never returned to.

No one in my family ever told the story of 1947 in full. There was no clear beginning or ending. Only fragments.

Someone mentioning they left in a hurry.

Someone else saying they thought it was only for a few days.

A silence when certain details came too close.

It took me years to understand that what was missing from these conversations was not forgetfulness—it was pain.

I often think about that moment of leaving. Not the political version, but the human one.

What does it feel like to lock your door, believing you will return?

To carry a key, not as an object, but as hope?

To arrive somewhere like Kolkata, not as a visitor—but as a refugee?

I’ve read about Sealdah station during those years. But reading is different from imagining what it meant to live there—families sleeping on platforms, cooking in corners, trying to hold on to some sense of normal in a place that was never meant to be home.

And then there are the stories that stayed even more hidden.

Especially for women.

Many carried experiences that were never spoken about. Not because they didn’t happen, but because speaking them would mean reliving something unbearable. So silence became a way of survival.

That silence still exists.

What stays with me is how ordinary everything must have felt just before it all changed. A normal day. A familiar courtyard. The quiet assumption that tomorrow would be the same.

And then suddenly, it wasn’t.

Even now, it doesn’t feel like something that ended decades ago.

It lives on—in the way some people still say “opar bangla” with a certain distance. In small cultural differences. Even in the familiar Ghoti–Bangal banter over ilish and chingri, which feels light on the surface but carries something older underneath.

I didn’t grow up hearing the full story.

But I grew up around its echoes.

And maybe that’s how Partition continues—not just in history books, but in what is said halfway, and what is never said at all.

I tried to put together a longer reflection here, combining history with these fragments and silences:

Bengal Partition 1947: Refugee Crisis, Women’s Suffering & Untold Stories

I’m genuinely curious—did anyone else grow up hearing these kinds of incomplete stories in their family? Or was it mostly silence?

Nothing will happen just chitchating and sharing your opinions on social media outlets like IG, discord and reddit.

BJP has sunk our country to the lowest of lows

TMC is not a saint either

But in the battle of choosing between two evils, I will choose TMC over this fucked up Zionist RSS led party named BJP.

Remember one thing at the end of the day whether it's BJP or TMC or INC or anyone ruling the state or the country they will mostly try to make their banks and that's mostly it. Noone would give a shit whether you and I get basic education, better health departments, quality food materials or even basic quality AIR & WATER which was not even man made things to begin with. Everyone campaigns before all this Voting bs and then they forget us the General People. And that is what will keep on happening until we do something about it. I'm not saying we have to take up arms or cause vandalism but at least we need to begin somewhere. Not doing something makes the rulers believe we have adapted to whatever bullshit they have been selling.

But as the people of the country we have certain responsibilities. We the "PUBLIC" shouldn't be treated as "SERVANTS" by the "PUBLIC SERVANTS" which mostly we elect with our power. And for our country to truly atleast stand toe to toe with other Superior countries, we need to ACT. It's high time that we the youth of the country take matters in our sole hands instead of waiting for others to ACT.

We are not uneducated, we are not jaahils, we are not blind, we are not machines. So we should also not like ones. With the tools, with the technology and knowledge at the palm of our hands, collectively we can achieve EVERYTHING.

NOW IT DEPENDS ON US WHETHER WE WANT TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT OR JUST VENT OUR OPINIONS DAILY ON SOCIAL MEDIA WHICH MOST OF THE TIMES ABSOLUTELY DOES NOTHING.

IF WE DON'T NOW, SOMEONE WILL BUT THAT WOULD BE MOSTLY YEARS LATER WITH MUCH MORE OPPRESSION, CONTROL AND BRUTALITY ON THEM. ITS OUR JOB TO SUPRESS THAT. AND IF ANYONE HERE FINDS MY OPINIONS IMMATURE OR IMPRACTICAL, THEN I WOULD LIKE TO SAY IF NEPAL CAN DO IT, WE CERTAINLY CAN TOO. PLUS WE HAVE DONE IT A LOT OF TIMES, A LOOK BACK IN HISTORY WILL INSPIRE.

(AND DON'T BRING THE ABSURD POPULATION EXCUSE JUST BECAUSE I COMPARED US TO NEPAL, POPULATION DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING----- UNITY ABSOLUTELY DOES. UNITED WE STAND. DIVIDED WE FALL)

(OPEN TO SUGGESTION AND FEEDBACK AND OPINIONS FROM EVERYONE HERE)

"We have our eye on you, and after May 4th, even BJP leaders won't be able to save you, we will bring you from UP to Bengal, and take strict action against you. No body will be able to save you."

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