One night, a fire broke out, burning, destroying and even taking a few lives. It was generally understood and commonly accepted that the fire was no accident and was set off by the law enforcing authorities, to hasten the evacuation process.

Whatever the reason, the fact remained that families could not stay on, after the fire had flamed through homes and lives.

A mother grieves for her small child, who died in the fire.

The child's shoe still remains at the spot, where the child breathed his last. Neighbors of the grieving mother, show me, where the child lay and all this while, the mother sat nearby, crying and mourning in pain.

From the book "Yamuna Gently Weeps" by Ruzbeh N. Bharucha