"My mom died when I was five and my dad died when I was seven years old. My younger brother and I went to live with my uncle and auntie. Life was hard for us and I used to look after cows and work in the field all day long, from morning until night. I looked after my brother too. When I was growing up everyone wanted to get married, but I refused. My brother was too young and if I had married he would not have been well cared for, so I decided not to marry until he grew up and became a fine young man. I thought that when he grew up we could build our own house and get our own land. Only then would I get married. Life is good even though I have to struggle. I had a son who used to work in India and he was the one bread winner earning for the family. He was killed on the way back home by a group of people. It was disaster for us and he also left a widowed wife and a daughter. My husband died six years ago and I had a son and a daughter. Life is so hard now as we don’t have anyone to look after us. Sometime I think God chose me to have pain. I have forgotten what it is to be happy. Poor people don’t have any identity or a good life. My only son injured his leg and he has a steel leg, which needs changing now. I don’t have enough money to go to the city for the treatment. This worries me so much as I am getting old. Every day I get a little bit older and I don’t know what will happen to my family when I am no more. I have a widowed daughter-in-law who has one daughter. My only dream is to fix my son’s leg and provide him with education so he can have a better life. God know what will happen to us.”(Kalikot)