The Longer One Doesn't Write, The More

I Always Defended My Father, As A Child, And I Think I'm Still Defending Him - His Policies At Least. Oh, He Wasn't At All A Politician, In No Sense Of The Word. He Was Sustained In His Work Only By A Blind Faith In India - He Was Preoccupied In Such An Obsessive Way By The Future Of India. We Understood Each Other.

We Always Said That Our Struggle Was Not Only Against The British As Representatives Of Colonialism, It Was Against All The Evil That Existed In India. The Evil Of The Feudal System, The Evil Of The System Based On Caste, The Evil Of Economic Injustice.

People With Clenched Fists Can Not Shake Hands.

One Day In 1965 Rajiv Wrote Me From London, Where He Was Studying, And Informed Me, 'you're Always Asking Me About Girls, Whether I Have A Special Girl, And So Forth. Well, I've Met A Special Girl.' And When Rajiv Returned To India, I Asked Him, 'do You Still Think About Her In The Same Way?' And He Said Yes. But She Couldn't Get Married Until She Was Twenty-one, And Until She Was Sure She'd Like To Live In India. Sonia Is Almost Completely An Indian By Now, Even Though She Doesn't Always Wear Saris.

We Announced That There'd Be No More Starvation In India. And You Responded, 'impossible. You'll Never Succeed!' Instead We Succeeded; Today In India No One Dies Of Hunger Any More; Food Production Far Exceeds Consumption.