I don’t normally wear a sari. Though I love them for their grace and style, the effort is simply beyond me most days. First I have to find someone to help me put it on and then I have to navigate my day feeling like a princess and working like a horse. Moy Moy’s wheelchair, Mummy, Masiji, Daddy – all with canes; and then my camera! I prefer litheness, sprightliness, sweat pants: the ability to leap tall buildings at a single bound.

But today, on the occasion of Teachers’ Day, I thought I would give it a shot.

Sumita graciously agreed to come and drape me and the sari was the one Shaila (my good luck charm) gave me some years ago.What fun. I wear them so seldom that whenever I DO, you would think I had won the marathon or the Nobel Peace Prize. The attention!

It was a wonderful function. The whole staff turned out and we had a lunch and presents and speeches (mine was all in Hindi!) and everyone (with one notable exception) was happy.

Our teachers are amazing. It was so easy to sing their praises because that’s almost all I ever want to do.