The turn of events in my life as a writer that led to my introduction to Lata Mangeshkhar has been nothing short of magical. She was a family friend. It struck me very late that I could write about her, let alone the idea of cataloguing her musical journey in the form of a book. After I finished my book on Ustad Bismillah Khan, I felt that the one personality from the music world that every Indian would be curious to know about was Lataji.
I still remember that when Lataji turned 60, HMV had released a four-cassette album, “My Favorite”, in 1989. I was in eighth grade and madly in love with her work.
The customary present of Rs 100 I got that year on my birthday was spent on that album. The album, which Lataji herself had gifted to her fans on her birthday, had kept me mesmerised for months.
