“On the Second of October Eighteen Sixty Nine,
Mohandas was born, so sweet and divine.
Nobody knew he was going to be great,
But he held in his hands, India’s fate.”
These were the lines from a poem written by my aunt Leela (Nair) Gautam, as a little school girl in Bangalore, many many years ago. The poem had several verses that my mom used to recite to us, but it is the first one that is firmly in my mind. Continue reading
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