SHOROLA DEVI: GANDHI'S SWEETHEART...

1901, Graduation ceremony of SHOROLA DEVI. She is posing with her convocation gown on.

Look at the photograph!! I can sense why, the saint had fallen in love with this married woman!

...Mr. Rajmohan Gandhi has tried to tell his grandfather’s unknown love story in his recently published book what all his kinsfolk tried to keep under the carpet all through these years. Rajmohan wanted to paint the portrait of a human whom people will love knowing as their own...

Actually human being falls in love; not any inhuman! Sometimes the fact becomes more conspicuous. Mahatma Gandhi is often considered to be a demigod not only in India. But importantly he is a human being with human characteristics. After so many years, one such characteristic has come to light.

I felt ...somewhat inexpressible about the towering personality’s human side when I had gone through

the story for the first time. And when I found the portrait of SHOROLA DEVI, I was thrilled. I felt dumbfounded to see SHOROLA DEVI- niece of Robindronath Tagore and a graduate of English Literature. Wow! Beautiful indeed! with such brilliant eyes and gorgeous look! Such eyes! Such eyes! How innocently wild!* Goddess of the Indian mythology! I can understand You Mr. Gandhi! --- the only possible words for my expression.

But do I support him here? Did his children support him? He knew better when he corrected himself and felt sorry. But no reason to start thinking negatively about Mahatma Gandhi all the way. He is human being. And why human is human; got to get the answer also!

to find more, try
MOHANDAS: A True Story of a Man, his People and an Empire by Rajmohan Gandhi. Published by Penguin

*The Rivals

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