When mind triumphs over matter, you become Zohra Sehgal. How else do you explain that someone born in 1912 is still relevant to us? Still loved, adored and still smiling at life with a wink and a saucy grin after a lifetime of challenges in an age when people far younger and stronger than her give up on their dreams and their lives at the first sign of strife? I met her a few years ago during a press interaction for a play she was touring Bangalore with and even though she sat next to Shabana Azmi, no one could tear their gaze off her. Her skin gleamed like old alabaster even though marked by deep imprints of time, pain, triumphs, tears,laughter. She was about 95 then and still the most feisty person in the room. And she owned the stage for over two hours..not missing a cue, a line, a heart beat.