As Sholay (1975) turned 50, I ached to meet Dharmendra. But he was unwell, he had chest pain and water in the lungs, so I really couldn’t spend any time talking to him. Now that he is no more, it’s quite overwhelming. I’m overcome with feelings. 

The first thing that comes to my mind is that he was as soft as he was strong. He was a man of strength, passion, and something about him was so charming. Few know that he wrote wonderful poetry. He was a combination of qualities that is impossible to find.