She walked across Jama Masjid with reverence and grace. "Royalty" , I said to myself. I imagine her story as I stood in awe of her aged beauty as her saffron sari danced with the wind. What life she must have had. Those eyes have seen and heard many of India's story...."HERSTORY". Who was she ? A wife? A mother? A grandmother ? The protector of "Traditions" ? She lived during the times of Gandhi. She lived when India was whole and borders where not created to divide the Muslims from the Hindus.