എല്ലാ വായനക്കാരെയും നൊമ്പരപ്പെടുത്തുന്ന ഒരു പെണ്ണിൻറെ ജീവിത കഥ..
I was four years old when I was born. My mother died ten months after the birth of my brother
My sister was 7 years old and there was no one to look after us so we took her to my father's younger brother's house and there is a field there.
They will give us food only if we go there and work.
Therefore, when they bring the grass growing in the field and bring it to us, the food they give us is salted and boiled.
That was the food we were given that day.
We grew up eating only that, for a long time..!
Although my father was there, my father did not pay attention to us, and did not bother about us.
After some time, my father got married for the second time.
They wouldn't look at us at all, they would hurt us and beat us, they wouldn't give us food, they would take the food out of our mouths with their hands,
We grew up with a lot of abuse.
So after some days, my sister took her to work in another distant house in our family.
That is, my father was brought to their own house after his second marriage.
From there my sister had to do all the work.
The cow has to be weighed, the food has to be cooked and the food has to be cooked, so it grew from there, but the food that was given did not fill the stomach.
They wouldn't give me the second meal, so my sister studied from there till four.
And after some days, my sister was sent to another house to work.
I had to work from there for a long time and had to endure harassment.
Even the food was not well received.
In those days...!
As for me, no one took me to teach.
I wanted to learn.
No one would care about me and my brothers.
I grew up alone, although I used to go to work in a nearby house.
They used to feed me when I went there and worked.
I will give you a lot of food, even if it's mostly a fruit, it's enough.
So I mostly grew up eating it.
I grew up eating his food from the age of eight to 24.
I would have given them more work,
The cow should be bathed,
Water must be scooped up,
The cow should be fed.
Go to the store and buy household items.
would have done so
My ah baby hands had begun to bear fruit, fetching water from the deep well.
At that age,
I am 47 years old.
Even today, I have old scars on my hands.
It was while standing there that the thought of my marriage came to me.
The dowry given to me is 5 pawan gold and 8000 rupees.
This is not my father's hard earned money, that gold was given to me by my uncle.
I still cry when I remember Paisa giving me that 8000 rupees after my sister got married and had a baby.
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