High above India's plains, now sweltering in the 105° heat that comes before the summer monsoon, Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru was taking his first vacation in three years. Nehru was bone-tired; black circles ringed his eyes. In the cool. British-built hill station of Chakrata, Nehru slept under blankets, went for long walks on the fir-clad slopes, drew loud cheers from local admirers when he rode a pony onto the local parade ground and neatly guided it through a perfect figure eight.
Though Nehru could escape his country's heat, he could not escape its...
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