http://www.goanvoice.org.uk/gvuk_files/Edila_Gaitonde.pdf
Excerpt: It’s a beautiful autumn day. The sun has pierced through a persistently, disgruntled London sky, the leaves are a mélange of orange, red and green and one or two chimneys are prematurely belching the first soot of the season. Autumn is neither life nor death. The blades of green life one sees in summer will soon turn into burial mounds for the dying debris of winter. Autumn is a rite of passage to death and eventual rebirth. So it is with a sense of autumnal dichotomy that I travel to meet Edila Gaitonde, wife of Dr Pundalik Gaitonde, to learn more about their role in the Liberation of Goa. A thorny subject. It should have been a rite of passage for Goa, into renewal and a new life but opinion remains divided even 50 years after the fact. I’m met at the door by the elegant Edila and Savita Apte, Dr Gaitonde’s niece. ________________________________
