I see myself, wearing a white Cinderella dress with a red cape flowing down the back stairs of the Red Fort.
The red brick walls hide me from all privy eyes.
As I run up the flight of 50-odd stairs to enter the grand building I see someone else running in a similar way wearing the same dress.
As I turn around to see her, I’m happy to see Mrs. Indira Gandhi herself. Continue reading When Indira Gandhi asked for my red lipstick