I was six years old when I met her. The class bully had thrown my lunch into the dustbin and I had been helplessly crying out of hunger and anger. She had fondly taken me to the room reserved for teachers and treated me to a feast of crispy pooris and spicy chole.
Female foeticide has been growing by leaps and bounds in India. The number at which girls are being killed or aborted is huge. Nitin expresses himself through a poem.