I was born into a teacher’s family with four girls. So, I have never been short of women for inspiration. As a woman leader, one person that stood out was my headmistress. Her name was Mrs. Sulochana. I first met her in sixth grade. She was always in her crisp, neatly-pleated saree, a tall women with thick-framed spectacles, her hair pulled neatly into a topknot with jasmine flowers. She exhibited this persona where you would want to listen to her. Her voice carried over hundreds of students without a microphone, but that is not the only reason why I admired her. She was different. She would be the only woman sitting with five or six men. I am talking about the late 80s, early 90s. She was fearless under the circumstances that we lived in at the time.