It was devastating, the entire city got crushed. People were buried alive. The three kids were screaming in the rescue center, missing their parents……..

Yes, it was very pathetic, But I didn’t cry.

Later, she was managing the entire show as her parents were killed in that attack. She took care of her sisters, fed them, slept with them.

And this time, my tears were almost on their verge of escaping..

I don’t want to control my tears, let it flow down. It was not the tears of pain, but something else, someother sort of emotions…what’s that called..?

Let us be Durgas and not Sitas