TLK

Beautiful memoirs Ehsan bhai. Thanks for sharing.

Here is some of what I remembered from 1970 war

I was about 4 yrs old and we were living in PIB Colony in Karachi during the war of 1970. For some reason, there was silence the whole day. But as soon as the night comes, battle used to start. We could hear booms and bangs and every now and then fighter planes zooming across the sky.

War is a serious thing but for a 4 years old, the thrill of black out nights was amazing. My mother had a little stove lamp and she used to bring food in small aluminum pots from the kitchen into our room and heat the food on top of the stove in a dark room. We were allowed to watch TV with windows close so no light could seep out.

It was a rental house and we were on the second floor. Landlord allowed us to sleep in his house on the ground floor cause 2nd floor was more prone to the attacks for some reason (or at least that is what we used to think), although I think that in case of bombing, first floor people had an equal chance of dying by getting crushed by the falling debris of the floor above them.
All the taxi cabs had the top half of their head lights painted black, to keep the light beam closer to the ground.

The ugliest reminder of the war was the hate slogans against Bengalis and then formed Bangladesh on the walls.