Early in her career, as an investigative journalist doing reports on dowry deaths, Sushama had to often visit the Burns Ward in hospitals. She used to feel that no words could possibly convey the smell of that ward, the smell of burnt flesh, of medicine, of rot. Perhaps words cannot. But when Sushama decides to perform she is able to convey every little feeling, and emotion with ease and grace. Watching Vhay, Me Savitribai, we can reach out not only to Savitribai's thoughts but also sense the fragrance of her personality. Sushma would accept this comment with a simple and direct reply -- " But Savitri is my spirit."