Disclaimer: This blog is not about who was right and who was wrong during the 1992 riots. I just want to share my experiences then as a 5-year-old.
From the year 1991 to 1993, we were living with my maternal grandparents at Shivaji Park, Dadar, as my father had been transferred to Chiplun and subsequently transferred at Dahanu.
I was a 5-year-old happy-go-lucky, who stayed with her grandparents, parents and a younger brother. One fine day, I realised that things are definitely not as normal as they used to be. For the first time in my life, I heard the words Babri Masjid, Ayodhya temple, riots, curfew. My grandfather has a tailoring shop and we stayed barely 50 meters away from Shiv Sena Bhavan at Dadar. I remember the night when I realised, something wrong was happening and we were not safe. I suddenly woke up and heard my grandfather was telling everyone that people had burned down his friend’s shop. His friend was a Konkani Muslim.
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