Our houses had a common wall, a very big veranda covering both the houses without any wall to bar us from going to each other’s house whenever we like.
For years our different religions were not an obstacle in our close friendship and life was great fun celebrating all festivals together, going to market, school, and picnic together.
Who could have thought that a little dispute between two communities, which did not even concern us, will give way to a riot and mar our very old friendship?
A fence was raised overnight between our veranda to stop us, children, from going to each other’s house.
Do elder’s ever think about how do we children feel when religions stand as a barrier between our friendship, how helpless, miserable we feel?