“…to heal the wounds of history, we must rise above hatred.” (Loc 4693)
What I know about India wouldn’t even begin to fill a thimble. 1950s India... Independence. Partition. Caste. War. Change.
Murder. So many suspects. Secrets. LIes. Corruption. How has the past shaped the investigation? How might the future bring new light to the same investigation? A female detective? Not unusual today, but in 1950? Forensic science in its infancy. No internet. No cell phones. How were crimes solved? Slowly. The heat causes the innocent and guilty both to sweat as they wait for justice.
I was absorbed into a time and place that was both alluring and confusing. But, I understood the wounds of history of which Khan wrote. I understood that as a country, one must rise above hatred. Progress. Patience. A steep learning curve. Solve the murder and move on.
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