Krishna Sobti

The author breathed her last in a Delhi hospital this morning, where she was admitted for the last two months.

The generation of immigrants born post-Independence never really got a full sense of the city they had moved to, and instead idealised their native villages.

Two faces on the adjoining table made me perk up. I sensed some unseen tension. Perhaps an estrangement and an effort to make it smooth?

As India celebrate the 70th Independence Day, an excerpt from Krishna Sobti's recollections of the first I- Day celebrations in the capital-- “Goron apne gharon ko lauto/ab yeh desh hamara hai, ab yeh raaj hamara hai"

Krishna Sobti shuns regimentation. She allows freedom even to her characters, so they can speak out her silences.