Meena looks straight out os 70's art house movies. In her case, not quite out of context either I must say.

Life at 'Shanthivanam', her home, has never been in a hurried pace. Wildgrass overflows the causeway to this abode of wildreness. It almost looks submerged like an island in an ocean of grass. Modern materialistic trappings rarely will find its way here. Matter of fact and meaningful, conviction rules her life. Poetry, music, occassional friends dropping by (including me), a wonderful father and a chatterbox 5 year old daughter occupies most of her time in any day. Rest f the time she appears to be quite lonely...and waiting for something, somebody, someday.