![]() ![]() I went out to one of the largest markets of Kandhkot and was abducted by a man I knew very well. The fears of my mother and many Hindu mothers like her materialised. Afraid to disappoint her, I realised very early in my life that my mother could not be my confidant.Īnd then it happened. My mother asked questions about my life at school and otherwise looking for answers that would somehow relinquish her from the unknown fear. Of those incidents, I still vividly remember no one eating with me and refusing to sip from the cup I drank from. ![]() Perhaps the snide remarks and incidents of discrimination led me to believe that I am not one of ‘them’. School was comfortable however, there were times when I felt like an outsider, finding it difficult to gel in with rest of the majority. How naïve I was.īefore I knew it, the time to attend school had arrived. ![]() Why did I bring so much fear into the lives of my parents? I grew up always wondering what is it about me that continues to terrify. I am sure that the first expression on my parent’s face on my birth as a female child born to Hindu parents living in Kandhkot would have been that of fear also. I grew up in fear – every face around me depicted nothing but fear. ![]()
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