My grand-father is the eldest among the siblings, born in Multan, to Kunj Lal, a Khatri, and a second mother from Ambala. Kunj Lal, my great grand father himself is n native of ancient Lahore though, with a family genealogy spanning 2000 years on preserved paper manuscripts now residing in India. Having been disowned by his family, he moves to Quetta, and then to Multan with his second wife. It is in the affluent Cantt area that my grand father grows up all childhood and spends his early 20s. It is there where he finally marries his wife, my grandma, a native Marwari speaker, from a pure Durrani Pashtun family, with glittering light golden-wheatish skin, flawless in its silky texture, endued with years of spiritual meditational Light - Noor, as they say in Tasawwuf. She impresses him with her impeccable old Tonki Urdu, winning his heart, when he comes to ask her hand in marriage.
This is a heart wrenching story of the suffering endured by the Muslims who were travelling to Pakistan from an area five times the size of the area in Pakistan from where hindus and Sikhs were leaving. It is an account that shows that hindus and Sikhs have the upper hand, and their loss is not comparable by any means to the loss suffered by the Muslims. British statistics of Muslim population in East Punjab give the figure of a bit above 5 million people,