Every time Ma sang Hickory Dickory Dock, I thought of Grandpa’s grand old clock. In my head a gigantic mouse would stealthily climb Grandpa’s clock. It would then twirl around in a tango with the little man playing the drums.
Many moons have transcended time and tide. I’m back to Grandpa’s crumbling mansion. Grandpa ain’t around anymore, nor his clock.
“Where is Grandpa’s cherished clock?” I ask the caretaker.
“Oh! The British gifted Grandpa that clock. They claimed it back recently. It now adorns the walls of the Tower of London that also houses India’s precious, **Kohinoor diamond.”
I’m stumped for words.
**Kohinoor Diamond: The 105-carat Kohinoor diamond, which sits in the Tower of London, has been at the heart of a bitter row between India and Britain ever since it was taken from Punjab and presented to Queen Victoria in 1849, with India consistently pressing for its return.
Disclaimer: The idea of this post in not to bring forth any discontent or prejudices. It simply aims to trace back a facet of history. Please forgive me if it comes across otherwise.
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