(A story from partition of India) NAHME SHAH’S DREAM SHATTERED by Iqbal Sachdeva ‘Koi ek swar Qutab Road’ (Any one passenger to Qutab Road) hawked Nahme Shah, from his horse drawn tonga, with that drowsy summer afternoon voice and soon dozed off into a dream. He was one of those lucky survivors of the communal riots in the aftermath of the partition of India, when about two million perished. Life for him was never that miserable. Gurnam, Shah, Nahme Shah, as people addressed him with respect, was a well known money lender land lord, with a heart larger than a lion. His writ ran in the neighbouring areas of his home village Ajniawala and even echoed in the major grain market like Mandi Chuharkana. In his dream, Nahme Shah, had risen with the first call of the cock, took his bath under the hand pump water, geared by his servant, Mahroo - Mehruddin, slipped into his freshly laundered sparkling white shirt and kimono, donned a big snow white turban on his head, and then squ