My Story

My Story

My Story: There Were Times When I Cried Over My Situation And Made Sure Nobody Noticed

The Logical Indian

“Last year, I lost the most precious person of my life – my mom. It’s difficult to describe the trauma I was left in. And there was no way I could even cry. I knew my father was strong and I couldn’t see him feel weak or helpless because of me. I had two younger siblings. Being the eldest one, I had...