Summary:
“Yes, I was called the ‘Bandit Queen’ at my home and in the neighbourhood,” she admits with a twinkle in her eyes. Lunch is a few hurried gulps from a kulhad of lassi, “sugar-free of course”; she does not have time for anything else. She knows that “danpitey” streak (a Tomboy can be closest translation) will stand her in much better stead than anything else in the hurly-burly of politics. KOLKATA: Her hands are covered with the hues of Holi. Her face and white muslin kameez and pink Chanderi dupatta, however, are off limits for those colours; she has got “several other commitments for the rest of the day” and cannot afford to spoil them..