It all began in Lahore.
No, not the Lahore that now belongs to a different nation.
But the Lahore that, before Partition, was not just the heart but also the crown jewel of Hindustan. A city where people of different faiths lived together in harmony and peace.
A city where masjids and mandirs shared the skyline, where the azaan and the aarti rose together with the morning mist.
A city where every street hummed with stories, where the scent of ittar and fresh gulab jamun lingered through alleyways and people of every faith lived in harmony — not as neighbours, but as family.
It was not just a city.
It was a song.
A shared heartbeat between Hindus, Muslims, Sikhs, and Christians.
A place where identities melted into one another like colours on a Holi morning.
Where one didn't ask, "Tum kaun ho?", but instead said, "Tum mere apne ho."
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