My name is Shah. I am a Sindhi.
My people have lived on these shores for centuries, thousands of years maybe.
Caravans have come from Baluchistan to the Sindh, to Punjab, to Rajasthan, to Gujarat and back since the beginning of Time.
Me? I’m just a fisherman.
My father taught me my trade when I was a little boy. Now I fish every morning to feed my family. We live in the village up the cliff. The Bara Sahib took my picture the other day. When he and the Memsahib will be gone, I shall keep on fishing. Every morning. And so will my son. And then his son. Forever in Time.
“The old fisherman.” Hawkes bay, Karachi, Pakistan, 1949. The source of this sketch is a Black and White photograph my father (the Bara or burra Sahib) took of an old fisherman in Pakistan 2 years after the Partition. My parents had just arrived in Karachi. They stayed for 8 years, until my little sister and I were born, completing the 2 centuries cycle of my Family in India.
Shukriya, thank you, for flying Equinoxio Airways’ Time-Space shuttle. Phir milenge, be seeing you.