As we were walking away through the bazaar, Kuldip said someone wanted to speak with me. There he was, Darshan Singh again with his twinkling eyes able to walk only very slowly with a shuffling sort of gait. He came up, took me by the elbow and said, ‘I have seen Lahore. I once went to the zoo with my father and brothers.’
If ever I have done anything worthwhile in my life, it was this. If ever I have brought real happiness to anyone it was to Darshan Singh by the simple act of returning to talk to him. His eyes twinkling, he did not tire of telling his family that we had returned ‘especially to talk’ with him. Now he could tell me of the Lahore he knew; now we could bond.