ABSTRACT
How well I remember the first time I met Krishnaji – me, absolutely tongue-tied, and she laugh-talking, talk-laughing, till all of a sudden I forget myself, catch the sparkle in her eyes, the quirkiness of her mouth, the gurgle of the words pouring out, punctuated by ‘you know’(s) … and I am laughing too, caught in the mesmerism that is Krishna Sobti.
