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A year later, Mrs. Gandhi arrived in Mumbai, ostensibly to attend a party function. I was one of the few reporters who was briefed by the Bombay Congress President (Murali Deora) about my trip. A couple of us decided to wait on the road (the security arrangements were not that bothersome in those days) while she went to meet the family of Indian diplomat Ravindra Mahatre, who was arrested by the JKLF (Jammu and Kashmir Liberation Front). ) was kidnapped and murdered in Britain by ) Militants.
Deora, who was with him, later admitted that the prime minister had apologized to Mrs Mahathre for not saving her husband’s life, asked her for forgiveness and asked her if she thought she ( Mrs. Gandhi) could not really release the popular bit. The terrorist whose freedom was demanded by the terrorists in return for Mahatre’s release.
Then he promised Mrs. Mahatre—her two young children, who are still in school, would be taken care of until they were on their feet. Not by the government but by Mrs. Gandhi herself at her own expense. Whatever course he wanted, no matter the cost, he said, Deora called us back and then insisted that we not report it because Mrs. Gandhi didn’t want any publicity. No show, no grand standing, no desire to make political capital of human gesture. Similarly, when Bhatt was hanged in Delhi’s Tihar Jail, he preferred to remain silent.