I don't remember when I first met Dharmo. What I do remember is that whenever Lalita came to my sister Veena's house with her children, Dharmo would always be there with them. A middle-aged woman, five feet two inches, with her dupatta tied tightly around her head, and gurgabi, the colourful footwear covering her feet.

“Oh dear, no! I can't manage them. They don't listen to me . How long can I go on chasing them?. First, I brought up their mother. And now, them. Now I wish to return to my village. I should also be given a chance to settle down. Shall I spend my whole life rearing their children?