Partition Never Ended — We Just Stopped Talking About It

One of the quiet themes emerging from our internal Brown Pundits conversations is this: the India–Pakistan conflict is no longer just geopolitical. It’s deeply civilizational. And we carry its wounds in our media, in our misperceptions, and even in our silences.

We often say “both sides need to talk.” But the truth is: both sides need to understand how little they actually know about one another.

Indian popular culture, especially Bollywood, reduces Pakistani or Muslim characters to fanatics or ghosts of Partition. Meanwhile, Pakistani state narratives portray Hindus — especially the Brahmin-Bania stereotype — as schemers or enemies of the state. It’s not a dialogue. It’s parallel theatre.

But what emerges when actual people talk — across borders, across belief systems — is not animosity. It’s bewilderment. Pakistanis assume all Indians hate them. Indians think all Pakistanis are Islamist or anti-India. And when you scratch the surface, both sides are shocked by the layer of nuance beneath the noise.

A Pakistani auto driver in Peshawar may not have a single Hindu friend — but he harbors no hatred. A young Indian may have never read Dawn — but she doesn’t wish ill on Lahore. And in drawing rooms across Delhi and Karachi, you’ll hear admiration for each other’s food, cinema, even women — wrapped in the fog of mistrust and distance.

So where does the anger live?

It lives in the wounds of Partition — passed down like family heirlooms. It lives in the state textbooks that still preach ideology over complexity. It lives in university syllabi that teach “the ideology of Pakistan” as doctrine, or in Indian political discourse that now sees Muslims as permanent outsiders.

Some argue: “But there are no Hindus left in Peshawar.” Others reply: “Trains arrived in Lahore full of corpses.” And both are right. The violence was mutual, traumatic, and absolute. But it was also unfinished — not in military terms, but in memory.

We’ve never truly confronted the psychological aftermath of 1947. And so we carry it. In our jokes. In our distrust. In our schoolbooks. In our nostalgia for a wholeness that may never return — or for some, was never real.

So what can a space like Brown Pundits offer?

Not solutions — but space. To admit how little we know about one another. To ask: Why don’t Indians read The Friday Times? Why do Pakistanis assume “Bharat” is Hindutva code? Why can’t we discuss partition without defending our side like it’s a football match?

When goods don’t cross borders, soldiers do. But when ideas don’t cross, suspicion does. And that’s far harder to undo.

So let’s host the real conversations. Not the ones that affirm our pain — but the ones that gently probe it. Not to forget Partition. But to understand how deeply it still lives in us.