“Hey get your daughter married”, “God bless you for keeping your daughter unmarried for so long”, Hey isn’t she getting any match?” My ears were used to such words everyday. It had become a routine to hear such comments from my relatives as well as the people of my village. It’s not that I am complaining. I was born in a village which held such mentality. It was a tradition of our village to get their daughters married off as soon as they hit puberty. Soon as the society started to become unbearable, my parents left the village and shifted to a nearby urban area.

My father was a rickshaw puller, and my mother used to work as a maid. All they had was me. I was their support, their asset, their pride, their honor. Ever since I was a kid , I had seen them working hard to earn…

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