My Grandmother Takri was the only person who remembered the date I was born.
‘She said it was the fifteenth of the Punjabi month of Chet,’ my mother told me. ‘It was your father who was wrong.’
Twelve year old Takri is quickly married to Basant, leaving her heart in the village of her birth. While Takri learns the duty of a good wife she never loses her resolve or forgets the boy she once loved.
Finding Takri tells the story of three generations of a Punjabi family, as they move across India, witnessing Gandhi’s Salt March, the horror of Jallianwala Bhag, and the partition of India, before moving to Glasgow, Scotland.