“If I were to describe her in two words, she was ‘Afsana Pasand’. She led her whole life following crooked shadows, mirages. She never touched reality and that is why (probably) she drank herself to everlasting oblivion. We lived together in Kashmir in the same houseboat for Dil Apna Aur Preet Parayi. But I can never claim to know Manju, Mahjabeen, Meena Kumari … she was a dream, a fairy tale.”

Nadira about Meeena Kumari