I was present at the Bangalore launch of his autobiography by Dev Anand recently. Among other things he has said in the book, he has put it on record that he loved Suraiya, but she was indecisive. I saw Dev Sa’ab at the launch but he didn’t see me — I was in the background. The same was the case in the mid-’40s at Marine Drive in Bombay. He would come to visit Suraiya who lived at Krishna Mahal in a sea-front ground-floor flat while my family was next door at Keval Mahal.

Before school hours in the morning, we kids would see a dozen or two Suraiya fans hanging about, craning their necks to see through her ground floor windows. She usually dodged them, with a burqa, deftly slinking into her big, American Packard car. It was the same story every day: disappointed fans would disperse, bringing to an end the morning’s boring routine for us kids.

It became less boring when Dev Sa’ab appeared on the scene. From neighbourhood gossip, we knew that a Dev-Suraiya romance was on, and it was not approved by Badshah Begum, Suraiya’s grandmother, who was a battle axe of a woman with a booming voice. There were evenings when we would see Dev Sa’ab’s little British Hillman Minx car, parked awhile in front. It would soon be gone as he was turned away. After a few days of being thwarted, persistent Dev Sa’ab figured out a way. Suraiya’s Krishna Mahal was a five-storey structure with an open terrace. The building had two lifts, one by the ground floor entrance of her flat, and the other near the back entrance. The lovebirds had decided that they would meet on the terrace.

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