Globalization and Gender (continued). This part deals with Bapsi Sidhwa's novel, Ice Candy Man

As Lenny grows observing the many kinds of sexual interplay between the two principal contestants for Ayah’s affections, the masseur and the ice candy man, how the Ice Candy man wiggled his toes under ayah’s sari and masseur put his hand inside her blouse, and packs in details of how her family dealt with her polio, how her mother spoke about her bowel movements to Gandhiji, and how Gandhi seemed a cross between a clown and a demon ,how her godmother looked like a “dolphin” and godmother’s sister emerged from her bath looking like “melting tallow and oozing moisture from powdered pores” (165)   the story of the bloodbath that the Partition of India was,  unfolds through a child’s consciousness.  The Ice-Candy Man comes one day while the little group or ayah and her admirers were sitting  in the back  lawn of Lenny’s house,  and frantically announces, 

A train from Gurdaspur has just come in,” he announces, panting. ‘everyone in it is dead. Butchered. They are all Muslim. There are no young women among the dead.  Only two gunny bags full of women’s breasts.

Eventually, when Hindus die in a mass massacre there is elation on Ice Candy Man’s face:                           

 There is the roar of a   hundred throats: “Allah o Akbar. Ice Candy Man stoops over us, looking concerned; the muscles in his face tight with a strange  exhilaration I never  again want to see(135).