Petals In The Dust
There's one story about baby me that pretty much everyone who was around before I was born can tell you. And that's the story about how my mother, while she was pregnant, told everyone that her first baby had to be a girl. If the baby was a boy, he wouldn't be coming home with her. And she was serious. Which, in 1971 India, was a pretty strong, pro-daughter position to take.
I'm so lucky my mother was so fierce.
India is a dangerous place for women. Every single stage of a girl's life in India is perilous. And this is not exaggeration.
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