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| My mother, Darshi, sophisticated, |
| elegant and utterly feminine. |
| People who met her even once |
| never forgot her warmth, her grace. |
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| With my hand on my heart I can |
| say that I never heard her raise her |
| voice, or speak a harsh word. |
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| Above all, it was her unconditional |
| love and support that gave us |
| strength. |
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| She had immense charm. |
| Our friends who knew her tease us: |
| ‘Why couldn’t you girls be more |
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| We try...but its a high benchmark. |
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| She died at the age of 64. |
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| Mummy with Prime Minister Jawaharlal |
| Nehru. 1951 |
| 36 years later I would make a 3 part |
| documentary on his grandson: “India’s Rajiv’ |
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| Mummy with her friend Maharani |
| Gayatri Devi and Gen. Cariappa. |
| Decades later she came on my show |
| ‘Rendezvous with Simi Garewal’ |
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