I was having tea at home on the evening of 30 th January, 1948, when I was called to the Birla House by an urgent telephone. Gandhiji had been shot on his way to a prayer meeting. I was numb with shock as I got into the car.
At the Birla house, Gandhiji's relatives and followers had gathered round his body. There was silence in the room as Gandhiji breathed his last. Words of Bapu's death had spread through Delhi like a flame fanned by wind. Sad groups of men and women had collected around the Birla House. Out of every window one could see a brown blur of faces. They did not make a sound. There was an unnatural silence. It was as if time stood still for those few minutes.
The people were too stunned to speak in the begining. Later they clamoured widely, shouting and crying. They jostled one another in a stampede to break into the house. They calmed a little when it was announced that they would be allowed to see Gandhijij before funeral.
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