There is Nobody to be Ruled

I was in a great hurry that morning. I had reached Mumbai from Thiruvananthapuram the previous evening after a long day of meetings with Sarabhai. I was in the northern suburb of Khar, and in a hurry to reach the Department of Atomic Energy’s office at the Old Yatch Club in south Mumbai, finish some work there, and then rush to the Santacruz airport to meet Sarabhai to continue the discussions from the previous day. But, alas, when I reached the DAE’s office, I was informed of the sad news that Sarabhai had died the previous night. The gravity of the news was still sinking in.