The doctor’s words were simple. “The newborn has pneumonia.” My parents took me to doctors and priests. Also to people who claimed to have alternate remedies. Place to place, trying everything, trying anything. My mother was not uneducated. She held a BA in literature, yet taught mathematics and sciences all her life—no mean feat. A…
Category: Autobiography
My Story – Chapter 1
October 6th, 1974. Jabalpur, Madhya Pradesh. Jaamdar Hospital. Three daughters already. Thirteen, eleven, five. The village of Ghansor had no hospital, so my mother traveled to the district town for this fourth delivery. Anxious. Hopeful. Aaji came with her—my maternal grandmother. Frail, old, but wise. They stayed in a rented room near the hospital. Aaji…