Childhood is supposed to be colourful and joyous. But mine was extremely different. When I was eight years old, my father was killed due to a land dispute.
We were five girls and I was the second. My elder sister and I had to look after our siblings and manage the household chores.
My childhood days were spent working in the agricultural fields, grazing animals, fetching water, chopping fodder and collecting firewood.
Because of our financial problems, I was married in 1994 when I was 16. I gave birth to a child after a year.