She was my not so quintessential English Mam!
Generally me not the one to dig out people from the past (doesn't imply don't value the gems who have been part of the journey). Me is the one who believes in moving ahead and meeting and connecting with as many 'new' people as one can. There is so much to learn, imbibe, listen to and absorb from everyone that we meet. Few leave an everlasting impression and few just fade away. But, definitely each touches the strings of soul somewhere somehow. One life and so many souls around to take away 'the nuggets of wisdom' from. But this blog is not 'me' blog. It's about somebody who left an indelible impression at a tender age. She was tall, stout, her hair done flatly and tied in the tiniest of ponytail perfectly complementing her round face. There were always a few grey strands glistening and her not so feminine sandals kept me in awe. Her cotton sarees were draped as casually as one can with even a mismatch blouse at times. One look at her and you inst...