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A couple of years ago, the staff of Gandhi Research Foundation of Jalgaon found a deteriorating and damaged diary at Kasturba Ashram, Indore. It turned out to be a 135-page diary written by Kasturba Gandhi, from January to September 1933. Somewhat like Kasturba, her diary lay forgotten and neglected. This book is a reproduction of the diary, accompanied by a transcription of what she has written in Gujarati, along with an English translation by her great-grandson, Tushar Gandhi.All her life, Kasturba was considered uneducated and unlettered. Initially when Tushar Gandhi spoke about the diary to family members, they refused to believe that there could be such a thing: 'She was illiterate. She could not write.' As Tushar read Kasturba's diary, this assumption was dispelled. It provided a glimpse into who she was-an individual, a companion and a satyagrahi in her own right, unlettered but astute.
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A couple of years ago, the staff of Gandhi Research Foundation of Jalgaon found a deteriorating and damaged diary at Kasturba Ashram, Indore. It turned out to be a 135-page diary written by Kasturba Gandhi, from January to September 1933. Somewhat like Kasturba, her diary lay forgotten and neglected. This book is a reproduction of the diary, accompanied by a transcription of what she has written in Gujarati, along with an English translation by her great-grandson, Tushar Gandhi.All her life, Kasturba was considered uneducated and unlettered. Initially when Tushar Gandhi spoke about the diary to family members, they refused to believe that there could be such a thing: 'She was illiterate. She could not write.' As Tushar read Kasturba's diary, this assumption was dispelled. It provided a glimpse into who she was-an individual, a companion and a satyagrahi in her own right, unlettered but astute.