Just yesterday morning, a family friend called to invite me to attend a meeting with Martin Luther King III at the Gandhi-King Plaza of the India International Centre. I'd hoped to make it in time for the 8:50 tryst, but the morning routine expanded in unforeseen ways, so I couldn't get across town in time. The loss was mine, as also was the lost opportunity of seeing Herbie Hancock, George Duke and others at Siri Fort Auditorium.
My mind went back 40 years --- a slowly fading memory, but one that still somehow clings on --- to when Coretta Scott King had come to India (1969, within a year of her husband's assassination) to receive the Jawaharlal Nehru Award for International Understanding.
Mrs Gandhi's Speech on the occasion.
This is how she looked: Coretta Scott King