O n the occasion of Indira Gandhi’s 66th death anniversary, I asked some friends and family the question I often pose at book discussions on my biography of the former prime minister: D o you remember what you were doing at the time Gandhi was assassinated?

The answers never fail to surprise me. All those who were old enough to recall 31 October 1984 , the day Gandhi was slain by her Sikh bodyguards , remember exactly—and I mean exactly —what they were doing in those moments.

Someone was having a haircut. Someone else was buying a cake. A third was in a college canteen , sipping nimbu paani. A fourth recalled his mother was so shocked, she was unable to cook that day. Show Full Article

It’s as if for an entire generation of Indians, across the country, ti

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