I didn’t go to school, because in our village, women and girls who went out of the house were looked down upon. I used to fetch water from the well from a very young age.
My parents worked as farm labourers. I was the oldest of six children.
When my father was not doing well at work, he sent me to my maternal grandfather’s place. Longingly I used to watch my cousin brothers go to school. Then one day my uncle enrolled me in the same school. I was 8 or 9 years old then.
At school I enjoyed reading and writing. My teachers were very good to me and recognised my capabilities.
In fact, the school refused to give me a transfer certificate when my father came to take me till he promised to enroll me in my village school. My uncles also insisted that I should continue my education.