Heres a family story. In '47, my grandfather's brother was travelling by train when some goons entered the compartment. The goon pointed at my grand uncles luggage and thundered who it belonged to. My granduncle said it was his. No, said the goon brandishing a knife - this is mine. The goon picked up the trunk and got off. My granduncle could only watch helplessly. But he yelled out of the window 'Hai to humara, tum liye ja rahey ho'.

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