Indira’s Assassination and the Tale of Two Childhoods

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Indira’s Assassination and the Tale of Two Childhoods

Illustration: Sushant Ahire / Arré

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remember October 31, 1984 clearly. I was still in school in class five. It was a lovely early winter afternoon on which we were let off from school early. This was followed by a mini vacation of three days.

It began with a ride back from school on my father’s vintage Lambretta on the then stately Queen’s Road in the sleepy city of Bangalore. We passed the Indian Express building in front of which I saw a shocking announcement in bold, capital letters: INDIRA GANDHI KILLED. To a nine-year-old, the news was of uncertain importance. I had figured that this was unusual since school had shuttered early. But what were socio-political shifts for a nine-year-old armed with the sudden prospect of endless afternoons of midweek cricket?

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