By Neel Anil Panicker
Inside the hall the lady in white held ground.
Above her, the shimmering white dome reflected a sea of eyes, all glistening with unbridled joy, reflecting faces that screamed victory with a capital V.
The venue was a personal choice.
‘It’s would be a landslide… …they are all rooting for you…the coast is clear…the heartland is also yours…he has no chance, madam’
Her moment had come.
Then the roar came. Outside shooting flames lit the skyline.
Above her the glass had shattered. She couldn’t break the glass ceiling.
She had just become the most powerless person on this Earth.