The Scent of Saffron and Ash
(Variation 06 - Indian Partition) The city of Amritsar in August 1947 was a fever dream of saffron and ash, a place where the air was thick with the smell of burning rubber and the screams of a million displaced souls. In a sprawling haveli that had seen the rise and fall of three generations, lived Arjun, a man of immense learning and an even greater inertia. Arjun was the scion of a family...
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