If I’ve started writing late today, it’s because I spent the last hour or two, searching for my writing glasses. Now there’s something about searching for them;  you need another pair to search for this pair, and somehow or other, the spare pair which I keep handy for such occasions, disappears on such occasions!

Which brings me to the fact that some manufacturer has a gold mine waiting for him, if he makes a pair which appears when you want it: Let’s call them ‘amazing spectacles’

They were quiet as they came back from their neighbour's house with their little one fast asleep on his father’s shoulder; they’d gone over for dinner, and the husband had noticed his wife growing quiet as the evening progressed, “What’s the problem?” he asked her as they let themselves into their own house.

 “Nothing!” said his wife quietly.

 “Come on, out with it,” he said gruffly.

One of my saddest moments at any concert was hearing a quartet of four men, singing, “It is well with my soul” It wasn’t the song that made me sad, nor the way rendered, it was the fact that one among them had lost his young daughter and was still there with his three friends proclaiming to the world, that even in grief, his soul was in tune with God.

There are times, when we want to sing, that it isn’t too well with our soul, when we feel we have drifted away from our creator.

"How is it with your soul?" In simple words; at the core of your being, what is going on? The question actually comes from the 18th Century Anglican priest and leader of the Methodist movement, John Wesley.

Yes, Didi did!

Most often battles are won by valiant and brave fighters who give up their lives to win a war. An army advances but from a particular vantage spot a sniper shoots relentlessly at the same forces, pushing them back, and gunning down their best, one at a time.

At that anxious moment, some brave trooper steps out, walks up to the commander and says, “I’ll take that sniper down!”

 “You’ll lose your life!” says the general shaking his head sadly.

I don’t know what the results are going to be tomorrow, with exit polls varying in their proclamations but whatever it is, we in our country will not forget the picture of a small, diminutive woman fighting against the mighty power of the centre, with all its army and machinery to boot.

She did not balk at the size of the opponent, but decided to fight head-on! And with the fight turning physical, even had to campaign on a wheel chair, but campaign she did.