I saw a happy and confident Lady Bhutto on TV, at the end of 2007, handshaking the admi­re­rs and supporters crowded at a rally in Rawalpindi, near Islamabad, to then step into the car in which she was gunned down. It was a shocking moment for the entire world. I can think of no better way to respect her memory, than to recount the days when I met her and the circumstances under which I met her...