Prison and Chocolate Cake

Prison and Chocolate Cake

Prison and Chocolate Cake

Prison and Chocolate Cake

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There are three of us-Lekha, older, myself, and Rita, younger than I. We grew up at a time when India was the stage for a great political drama, and we shall always remain a little dazzled by the performance we have seen. This is the story of its influence on our lives, and as such it may interest people whose childhood was different from ours.

Our lives were as normal as our parents could make them, but because they themselves had chosen to play a part in that drama, we could never live in quite the same way other children did. We had a somewhat unusual background and, perhaps as the result of it, we have had some unusual opportunities.

If I write haphazardly, it is because I describe events as I remember them and not necessarily in the order in which they occurred. It is like putting together the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. The pattern forms in its own way as the relevant pieces are located, and not in the neat, methodical way desired. Much of the atmosphere we knew as children is fast vanishing, for already Gandhiji's name is history and Anand Bhawan, our home in Allahabad, is a deserted house. Only a memory remains of the glamorous aura that once surrounded it.

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