… When I needed their support the most, one first threw me out … and, then, they all ditched me and departed as if in vengeance, yoking me up to nursing a child …

… Had Mom not given in to Dad’s tantrum … just to keep peace in home, I wouldn’t have come to the pass I am in. Even then, Mom couldn’t keep peace, and the brute threw me out!

… Ganesh thought of Raman’s fragile frame and didn’t do what he could have done to him, and Dad … well … had I been Ganesh and he Raman, he would have shredded and thrown me to street dogs … I was his daughter and Raman, Ganesh’s none.

… Did you, too … think me a dog turd as Dad did? If not, why didn’t you fight, gouge his eyes out when he regretted you conceiving me? You know Mom; I felt like I was an illegitimate child dumped in a waste bin by her incestuous mother.