Zoe, Peggy, and me at India Gate
Posing with my leg covers at Jama Mosque
Peggy shading herself with her umbrella in front of Shah Jahan's Red Fort (construction started in 1638, completed in 1648)
I watched “Gandhi” before coming to India. His willpower and resolute nonviolence, characteristic of a paradigmatic Jainist, which he was, is admirable. One particular image from the movie was burned in my memory – a frail Gandhi walks up the steps of a towering government building to meet with the British viceroy of India to sign for the independence of India. He walks in slippers and wears a sober white cloth garment; a cane supports his emaciated frame. But, the iron will of this one man’s soul menaces the entire British Empire. They shudder with each gentle step he takes ascending the stairs to the entrance of the building.
Raj Ghat, Gandhi's ashes were spread here
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