“…I had no love for politics. I treasured the privacy of my family life.”
It was late night on 21st May 1991. General elections were around the corner. Election campaigning was in full swing. We knew that Rajiv Gandhi was going to be at rally in the South of India. In those days there was no 24-hour television and no live coverage of all the political events. We’d hear about campaigning only on Doordarshan news at the appointed hours, and in the newspapers the next day. Dad and mom were watching some program on television. Engineering exams were not far away so I was studying. And then the news was broken. The Prime Minister had been killed in a bomb blast.
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