Air India plane crash: Tributes are paid to Wellingborough victims
Raj Mishra, the mayor of Wellingborough in Northamptonshire, called for people to come together as he announced the deaths of three people from his community.
'Among those lost were Raxa Modha, infant Rudra Modha, and Ms K Mistri, all from our Wellingborough community,' he said.
'I extend my deepest condolences to their families, friends and all those affected by this heartbreaking event.
'May their memories be a blessing, and may we come together to support one another in this time of grief.'
Air India confirmed 241 of the 242 people on board the Boeing 787 Dreamliner were killed on Thursday, in one of the deadliest plane crashes in terms of the number of British nationals killed.
A prayer service will be held in Wellingborough at the Sanatan Hindu Mandir Community Centre tonight.
A spokesperson from the WDHA Hindu temple said: "We have learned with deep sorrow that some family members living in Wellingborough were among the victims.
"The loss of life is always a tragedy, and it is particularly poignant when it touches our own community so directly.
"We extend our sincerest condolences and deepest sympathies to the families and loved ones of all who perished in this horrific incident.
"During this incredibly difficult time, our thoughts are with the families, and we offer our full support to those grieving.
"A special prayer gathering will be held for all those who lost their lives in the tragic Air India flight A1171 crash. We invite you to join us in remembrance and solidarity."
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