In pictures: Painful memories

The day after Gandhi died a mob emerged out of nowhere, burnt down our home and killed my husband. A Muslim neighbour gave me and my children shelter for a night.

We survived on donations, a pension before I got a job as a helper.

I am still angry. I don’t blame Indira Gandhi for the riots, she worked for the poor. Some people tell us to forget. How can we? It was a moment of madness that should never happen again.