This happened on April 14, 1950. I was about 18. It was a hot summer day in Madras (present day Chennai). My parents, elder brother, younger brother, and I were sitting on our terrace. My mother had poured buckets of water in the evening, so that the terrace would cool down by dinner time. Amma had prepared a potful of curd rice for dinner.
Those days it was common in all households to sit in a circle on the terrace floor (dining tables were unheard of back then). Amma would put a ball of curd rice in our outstretched palms, by turns.
That day too this happy dinner ritual was going on, when suddenly I saw a bright dazzling light go up to the sky! The others could not see it because they had their backs to the direction from where this occurred.
