During the country’s partition in August 1947, I, the Author, was a 4 or 5 year old child from a very affluent family. We lived in a village in the Lyallpur district of present-day Pakistan. Upon the country’s partition, my family abandoned all our belongings and migrated empty-handed to free India and to an uncertain future. With no idea of our ultimate destination, we moved from one refugee camp to another, and spent a little over a year en route in several such camps, where the family survived on free dry rations provided by the authorities. We finally settled in Kishan Pura, a village in the Firozpur district of Punjab at the end of October 1948, and struggled every day for survival. After each meal, we did not know how and from where the next meal for our large family would come, and this struggle continued for over a year.