Old and wrinkly, slow in speech and speed, she makes her own olive oil, mango pickle and butter. She sits in the afternoon sun brushing her grandchildren’s hair, knitting sweaters for winter and making cakes. Zubair’s grandmother seems like everyone else’s grandmother.
As a girl she lived through the death and destruction of the 1947 partition between India and Pakistan, but the separation, isolation and loss of that time are now a distant memory.
Spanning three generations, as told to a grandson, we hear Eliza’s story - the story of a young couple, fleeing their country, their religion, their lives for love, and for freedom.