It was a hot summer afternoon in Delhi. Coolers roared in every house, fighting the scorching heat. No one stepped out unless necessary. I was 8, and I was walking home alone from… Read More
By shouting on top of our voice… not that we dont do that often. But this time was it really loud, ear piercing screams…. Mumma was taking bath, dada gone to office and dadi had… Read More
So we have been getting a lot of survivor stories sad depressing tales which scare us but are realities of CSA. We have been getting a lot of suggestions from experts on how… Read More
