Thought I will take a break from my travellogue of China and tell you another story. I met a very dear and old friend the other day who I met some 22 years ago. We worked in the same organisation and in the same function for more than ten years. There was no particular purpose in the meeting, except to catch up with each other after a long time. We sat down with tall glasses of chilled ice tea in the Bangalore afternoon, in a laid back coffee place, watching people passing us by in a languid pace. After a bit of chit-chat, my friend looked at my face and said: “your eyes are looking rather sad, how come”? I was taken aback; for multiple reasons; first I did not think that my eyes were sad and secondly, my friend was never in a habit of being intimate either for himself or towards others.
> Although I am writing this on International Women’s Day, I personally do not believe that we have to have a special day to commemorate women … we ought to do it every single day at all moments in our lives. This can not be a politically correct, nice to do thing, it has to be in our bones, in our blood and in our hearts. I started to write this note about another woman that I met recently …. She is 90 plus years old, lives in an ashram in Haridwar … all by herself. Her children live in India but away from her. She has been living in that Ashram for the last 28 years. While going to the ashram, I was expecting to see someone who was old, withering and waiting to somehow spend the last days of her life …. instead I met someone who was old alright, but boy, oh, boy, was she feisty!