Like Aurora the harbinger of dawn, Nandini brings us wakeful realisation every morning. It takes quiet fortitude, courage and guts like Nandini's to wake a dormful of stubborn sleepyheads. No alarm rings with such clock-work regularity as that knock on the door and that quick but persistent, "Wake up, wake up, wake up ...... ' With a veiled threat, "You'll miss your brekker, "thrown in sometimes. And yet Nandini the brave, could never pluck up enough courage to raise her hand in class, though she always wanted to make CP and despite the fact that she was wearing her lucky sari A mixture of gentle understanding and sweetness, and with a definite identity of her own, we would"nt have Nandini any different.