My grandmother told me once, when as usual I pestered her about families and histories.
“My family came from Takht Hazara.”
I looked it up on the net. It is where Majnu came from. I told her this.
“Did he also come to India after 1947?”
I looked into her 96 year-old eyes, withered from a lifetime of seeing.
“Majnu, the fabled lover,” I whispered.
“Oh, I thought it was a person….”
She closed her eyes. She seemed to sleep. Then, suddenly, vehemently, “Why do you ask so much? The visions don’t come anymore.”
“Visions, what do you mean?” I asked.
“My grandmother, visions came to her. Celestial beings indicated to her what was going to happen. She died before I was born. She wasn’t there in 1947… Otherwise, maybe, somehow, we would have known….”
But the visions, they don’t come anymore…