The writer talks abou a girl Laali and her family.Though poor they live with dignity and are providi... The writer talks abou a girl Laali and her family.Though poor they live with dig...

A Girl Child in India... A Girl Child in India...

Eyes were eager to see the child. In a short while a child was on my lap- a true replica of myself. Eyes were eager to see the child. In a short while a child was on my lap- a true...

Mukti is not my daughter Madam ji. She's my son. She wanted to be like you all Mukti is not my daughter Madam ji. She's my son. She wanted to be like you all

After some days Mauli shared with her mother with pride that she has been the most deserving child..... After some days Mauli shared with her mother with pride that she has been the mo...

The cry was faint but I heard loud and clear it as I walked past the dark bushes. The cry was faint but I heard loud and clear it as I walked past the dark bushes...