
My Story: I Never Told My Children What Was My Job. I Never Wanted Them To Feel Shame Because Of Me
“I never told my children what was my job. I never wanted them to feel shame because of me. When my youngest daughter asked me

“I never told my children what was my job. I never wanted them to feel shame because of me. When my youngest daughter asked me

“Last year we fled together. We never thought we could do that. I knew that our children may stop communicating with us. But I and

“I was partially conscious on the road and calling for help. Passersby decided to ignore me and just walk by. Finally, a grandmother gave me

My education qualification has been quite below the mark. I loved studying but due to financial problems and in order to support my family’s needs

“I had a normal childhood. I topped my BDS exams and was on my way to present a paper at a conference in Chennai when

“One of my friends, Deepak, saw a lady lying near the railway station of Dhanbad since many weeks. Her entire face was covered with dirt

“I was born and brought up in a big joint family in a small town, a kind of place where everybody knows everybody and where

“When I arrived to have my legs amputated, I was wearing bright purple nail polish on my feet. Might as well go out in style,

“I am a single mother of two. And it has not been easy. After he left, he stopped all financial support. I single-handedly bore all

“Next month is our fiftieth wedding anniversary. Ours was a typical arranged marriage. He was dominating, I was submissive, and we barely knew each other