For Me The Only Point That Has

Forgiveness Is A Virtue Of The Brave.

I Know You Were Surprised When, After The Fall Of Dacca, Pakistani And Indian Officers Shook Hands. But Do You Realize That, Up Until 1965, In Our Army And The Pakistani One You Could Come Across Generals Who Were Brothers? Blood Brothers, Sons Of The Same Father And The Same Mother.

In The Western World, Women Have No Other Choice. In India, No. And I'll Explain The Reason. It's A Reason That Also Has To Do With My Own Case. In India Women Have Never Been A Hostile Competition With Men - Even In The Most Distant Past, Every Time A Woman Emerged As A Leader, Perhaps As A Queen, The People Accepted Her. As Something Normal And Not Exceptional.

Not Only My Parents But The Whole Family Was Involved In The Resistance - My Grandfather And Grandmother, My Uncles And Aunts, My Cousings Of Both Sexes. So Ever So Often The Police Came And Took Them Away, Indiscriminately. Well, The Fact That They Arrested Both My Father And Mother, Both My Grandfather And Grandmother, Both An Uncle And An Aunt, Made Me Accustomed To Looking On Men And Women With The Same Eyes, On An Absolute Plane Of Equality.

I Don't Know How To Put On An Act; I Always Show Myself For What I Am, In Whatever Mood I'm In.