In this memoir, the author recounts his experiences of growing up in Delhi during the ‘Biswin Sadi’— the 20th century, when it felt like a new age had just begun, although it was already mid-century then. Having lived in a suburb of South Delhi called Nizamuddin East, with ruins of Mughal era buildings scattered all across, he recalls the people displaced by partition, piecing together their lives. An Anglo-Indian family, survivors of a vanishing tribe, living in a world of their own. A publisher of an Urdu magazine called Biswin Sadi, who had migrated from Lahore. An English-medium private school, resplendent with symbols of undivided Punjab, attempting to prepare leaders for taking over the reins of power, in a newly independent country. By employing the metaphor of Hindi films the author paints a kaleidoscopic picture of the bygone century…those times without e-mail, or mobile phones.