Grandpa is a true patriotic Indian and has a very soft corner for Pakistan specially Peshawar.He was born there in 1929 in a village Charkhana.He has some very fond memories of the place.
We belong to a Hindu Punjabi race and whenever he visits Nankana Sahib he never forgets going to Peshawar and recalls the old GOLD days.I remember on the day of Peshawar blast,he went under a shock and called up his old friends still living there,He has great love for Pakistan and Peshawar.
I came to know about it yesterday and decided to post it here as i found it very touching.
My Grandpa is blind now,he met with an accident 6 months earlier,he doesn't regret being blind but regrets the fact that we won't be able to see his birth place again.
His speech and feelings brought about a change in my feelings for Pakistan and reminded me that we were all one some time ago..
His only wish is that Pakistan and India become friends and those rich old gold days return
We belong to a Hindu Punjabi race and whenever he visits Nankana Sahib he never forgets going to Peshawar and recalls the old GOLD days.I remember on the day of Peshawar blast,he went under a shock and called up his old friends still living there,He has great love for Pakistan and Peshawar.
I came to know about it yesterday and decided to post it here as i found it very touching.
My Grandpa is blind now,he met with an accident 6 months earlier,he doesn't regret being blind but regrets the fact that we won't be able to see his birth place again.
His speech and feelings brought about a change in my feelings for Pakistan and reminded me that we were all one some time ago..
His only wish is that Pakistan and India become friends and those rich old gold days return