I have personally always been drawn towards partition literature. So, as expected, the chapters where Old Basar Mal reminisces his youthful days in undivided Hindustan and his lost love of teenage years, are my favorite. And what more fascinating than the backdrop of a rather dilapidated library which had seen yesteryears of readers and crowd thronging its corridors. It kind of reminded me of Aanchal Malhotra’s family history and refugee experience.