India, July 4 -- It was one of those rare Calcutta afternoons: cool, breezy, washed fresh by the rain, with the kind of softness in the air that makes everything feel new. I was waiting at Bageecha Cafe, a quiet, plant-filled spot near the Ganges, where time seems to move a little slower. I was about to meet someone whose voice had already stayed with me - warm, gentle, full of grace.
I thought I'd be meeting someone special.
But little did I know I was about to meet someone truly extraordinary. Someone whose energy felt instantly familiar. Someone with whom I'd connect so effortlessly, it would seem we were always meant to meet.
Mansi Paul Choudhury walked in, and something shifted. Her skin glowed naturally, untouched by makeup. Her ha...