![]() Life was never a bed of roses for me as our beautiful nest broke and my parents couldn’t get along together but I believed in the power of education and it gradually and eventually took me to my goals. I guess it was this promise of dad to himself that burnt like a fire in my heart. ![]() He named me Shweta and later Roma but that day he, along with my mom wrote my fate and future by his very own hands and then never shied away from quoting and re-quoting it to me. When my dad came to know of all this he picked his tiny princess in his arms and his wife and bid good bye to his family promising himself to make his daughter the talk and envy of everyone in this very town. So this was how I was welcomed on this earth. Next my paternal grand mom who was a mother to six daughters herself wanted me to be abandoned on a nearby garbage dump and wanted my dad to remarry as all possible dowry had been extracted from my mother’s parents already. Because as her in-laws discovered I was a girl no one attended her and unfortunately this was the scenario in an educated well to do family. ![]() My mother did tell me how difficult it was for her after I grew up. ![]() I was born in a room in our ancestral home in a very small town of Uttar Pradesh without the aid of any doctor or a midwife. ![]()
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