
The Phule We Remember: As remembered by Laxman Karadi Jaya Lingu
Whenever Jotirao visited Mumbai, he would call upon us. I saw him on at least four or five occasions. He was a man of considerable stature, with hair that had turned white. His eyes were luminous and keen. Every time he visited, he would summon my brother and me, fuss over us affectionately, and urge us to pursue knowledge and obey our parents’ commands.










