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From Partition to today, Krishen Khanna’s work tells the story of a changing nation

As a witness to history and a leading figure of Indian modernism, the Delhi-based artist, who turns 100, has captured India on canvas

Krishen Khanna, Krishen Khanna obit, remembering Krishen Khanna, Krishen Khanna Partition, editorial, Indian express, opinion news, current affairsThere came a time when Khanna wanted to leave his banking job and paint full time. Supported by his wife, he was to give it up entirely in 1961. There was no looking back after that. His vast artistic resources drove him to make works which threw the spotlight on the marginalised and the ignored during the heady early years of Independence. (C R Sasikumar)
Written by: Yashodhara Dalmia
6 min readJul 5, 2025 07:04 AM IST First published on: Jul 5, 2025 at 07:04 AM IST

When an artist turns 100, it marks a turn in history, for he has been witness to all the page-turning episodes of his country and brought them to life on his canvases.

For the well-known artist Krishen Khanna, who turns 100 today, the most haunting memories are of Partition. Khanna was working at a printing press in Lahore when the rumblings of Partition, and of Independence, began. He depicts this vividly in his work, Refugee Train Late 16 hrs (1947), where a group of men and women can be seen tightly packed together while waiting for the train that can take them across the border. A couple can be seen embracing each other fervently, for they do not know if they will meet again. The artist’s memories of Partition are as if it has just happened: “It was during the crucial months…we trooped out in two cars and came straight to Shimla where the education department [his father was deputy director of education with the government] was then going to be founded. All the records had to be garnered and brought. The ones that didn’t come, they had to be made up again through memory… But anyway, I was there, and I was looking out for a job. I couldn’t go back…The evenings in Lahore would be penetrated by howling cries, as area after area would be set afire and it still haunts me and holds me immobile.”

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