But I could bet that there wouldn't have been too many volunteers for the game this particular young lady wanted to play. To start with, we all felt vertically challenged, change that to vertically intimidated. Then again, we felt otherwise awestruck by this tribe of ladies up there: these women (girls really—the oldest was 22, the youngest 17) seemed awfully self-assured, even cocky. They certainly wouldn't need a male shoulder to cry on. (And even if they did, would any male shoulder be high enough?) What has happened to Indian women? They were graceful, submissive and certainly in need of masculine assurance and solidity. Plus they were petite, rounded and, if truth be told, certainly in need of a missed dessert or two.