By Adnan Asar
Some of my earliest memories in Keamari are also the earliest memories of my life and they are a few flashes of images from the war of 1971 when I was two years old. Usually one does not remember anything from such an early age but I guess war can be so traumatizing that it leaves behind flashes of blurry images even in a two year old brain. One of them is seeking shelter under the dining table with bare mama as airforce planes flew above us. Another is that of seeing large flames erupting while driving in a car perhaps from the bombing of the oil reserves. I have also heard of how I was playing outside in the compound when the war erupted, planes started flying overhead and bare mama rushed out to grab me and take me inside.
Another one of my earliest memories is with nana jaan in their Bihar colony home where he is carrying me around and showing me things, I don’t recall exactly what. But I remember him smiling with joy as any great grand father would feel playing with their great grand child. I feel very privileged to have the blessing of experiencing his love and presence in my life albeit short. People tell me that he lovingly called me Adnan Menderes, after a Turkish leader.
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