Whenever I think of you, the face of Mahatma Gandhi comes to the fore. You looked almost like him in old age. Khalwat head, long nostrils, small eyes, thin lips and long slender body. You were very angry, smiled very little. Your ideology was old. You were not in favor of educating girls at all. Always say this - 'Worship the girl's feet by giving a lota-plate. In those days, poor girls in the village used to get married only by donating lots and plates, but on the persuasion of mother, you allowed me to study till high school, but when I wanted to study further, I got angry. According to you, girls get spoiled if they read more. I was the worst victim of your anger. You didn't come to the hospital to see me when I was born because I was a girl. Growing up, you used to pick up the stick when complaints came from the village and the locality about my mischief. You were annoyed by my boyish antics.
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