Watching as I practise Tai Chi, she asks, “What’s that between your hands? It looks like you have something there, but I see nothing at all!”

I say to her, “All you have to do, is to put your own hands together, and you’ll know, if you’ll allow it, the answer to your question”.

Our daughter Kamakshi, just fourteen, writes, at the end of one of her poems, “It is what isn’t that matters the most, reality is forever and always, almost”. Hmm…