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Mohit Sen
The review on Mohit Sen’s autobiography (May 26) was very moving – we were close friends. It brought back precious memories. Mohit and Vanaja were possibly my husband, I G Patel’s, closest friends – a friendship that went back to their Cambridge days over half a century ago. IGP and Mohit, I think, felt somewhat bewildered by the other’s political philosophy but that did not come in the way of their admiration and affection for each other, not surprising, considering their very similar social commitment and “nationalist sympathies”.
The review on Mohit Sen’s autobiography (May 26) was very moving – we were close friends. It brought back precious memories. Mohit and Vanaja were possibly my husband, I G Patel’s, closest friends – a friendship that went back to their Cambridge days over half a century ago. IGP and Mohit, I think, felt somewhat bewildered by the other’s political philosophy but that did not come in the way of their admiration and affection for each other, not surprising, considering their very similar social commitment and “nationalist sympathies”. I, on the other hand, always resented that because of the Communist Party the academic world had to lose a brilliant professor of history.
Mohit’s somewhat unsettled life because of party work disturbed me and I expressed this often; he always answered with a gentle smile as if I was beyond redemption. His blind admiration for Indira Gandhi was an enigma to many of us and I often teased him about it. On one such occasion he told us how he had an autographed photograph of hers in his study. IGP gave an indulgent smile; Mohit was younger.
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