marunaadan malayali and the magic of kerala
The only time I properly met the incomparable M. F. Husain (discounting, that is, the occasional fleeting handshakes in crowded gatherings) was in New York in 1993, over dinner at the home of the then Indian Ambassador, Hamid Ansari. Sitting before the book-laden coffee table in the Ambassador’s Park Avenue living room, I recounted to…