“Rose water and raw spirit…weird amalgam of the bearded star gazer and the red haired pianist pounding away at her keyboard.”

— Amrita Sher-Gil

Malcolm Muggeridge who had an serious affair with her in The Triumph of Modernism: India's Artists and the Avant-garde, 1922-1947, page=46

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Hungarian Indian artist 1913–1941

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