“I do not know who has painted the pictures of my life imprinted on my memory. But whoever he is, he is an artist. He does not take up his brush simply to copy everything that happens; he retains or omits things just as he fancies; he makes many a big thing small and small thing big; he does not hesitate to exchange things in the foreground with things in the background. In short, his task is to paint pictures, not to write history. The flow of events forms our external life, while within us a series of pictures is painted. The two correspond, but are not identical.
So it is as literary material that I offer my memory pictures. To regard them as an attempt at autobiography would be a mistake. In such a light they would appear both redundant and incomplete.”
in the introduction to
Jiban Smriti (My Reminiscences), 1911