It’s okay if I cry, I’m a girl for I can, it is my thing. It’s not okay for me to go to school, I can’t, and there isn’t enough money for my dowry, what use is school to me? Says dear, father. Its okay if I don’t get my milk, for my brother needs it more, he will take…

29 Nov Post 1

As part of my job to visit CRY projects, I often come across situations that make me realize how much we take our lives for granted and that we should be grateful and humbly thankful for what we have. In one such situation on a project visit to Sardi village in Korba district of Chhattisgarh recently, I did the unthinkable.…

27 Oct Post 2

As I woke up this Sunday morning, little did I expect to be so moved and motivated to make a difference in someone’s life.  As a new intern I was assigned to work with different Public Action Groups or PAGs. PAGs  are a group of volunteers who  work towards helping children of a particular underdeveloped area or slum. This week…

22 Oct Post 2

I am my parents’ second daughter.  I was born in a very small colony-kind of place.  My mother tells me that when I was born not many people came to see me as I was the second daughter!  I was fortunate though that my parents didn’t lament! India, a country where Devis are worshipped and girls abhorred.  Right from the…

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It’s an interesting challenge to write about my reasons behind spending every Sunday volunteering for CRY.  Many thoughts come to my mind when I think about it.  Hence, it would be interesting to try to capture almost all of these. I can’t recall how it happened, but when I was in class 7 or 8, I got to know about…

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The timely intervention by CRY supported project Sanghamithra Service Society (SSS), Tirupathi, Andhra Pradesh during the academic year 2014-15 not only prevented a child marriage but also produced a proud martial artist from one of the most marginalized families from Avilala slum in Tirupathi town. K. Mobina was then all of fourteen. Mobina’s father is an Auto-rickshaw driver and her mother…

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Part I:  I am a (Girl) Traveler - Shubhanjana Das My train tickets were booked in A.C. I was always made to carry pepper spray. Dad asked me not to talk to strangers on the train. Maa said be don’t reply to any comments. Co-passengers ogled at me and my backpack. ”Do you have any man with you?”, they asked.…

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Feminism has been getting a bad rap lately. Like a game of Chinese Whispers, the word takes upon a new layer of meaning each time it’s spoken, ranging all the way from witch­burning to bra­burning, until all we’re left with is yet another convoluted propaganda buzzword. At its heart, all feminism is either a more exaggerated or underplayed version of…

4 Oct Post 2

What is the first thought that comes to your mind when someone says “School”? *a smile*. For me, it is the zero period of the school and the carefree nature of the children playing around. But is that all? No, apart from all the studies that we did in the school we also had various competitions and that entire week…

2 Oct Post 1

There are two days in a child’s schooling life when he definitely cries (most of them do): One when he starts his schooling and one when he completes his schooling. From hating the mere thought of going to an unknown place away from home to the mind-boggling blankness the day after I finished my schooling, I have had a fair…

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