“She had great knowledge about India. I again got startled when the Queen asked about my house in Bangalore. She said she had twice passed by my house at Nandi Hills during her visit to the place with the Maharaja of Mysore, who told her it belonged to the Elayaraja of Travancore.”

— Uthradom Thirunal Marthanda Varma

Quoted in "When 'Maharaja of Travancore' met Queen Elizabeth II (8 July 2012)".

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