July 2025

Ten years. That’s how long a mother had cried silently, lighting a diya every night, praying that her daughter — lost, mentally unwell, and possibly wandering unknown streets — would one day return. Her daughter had walked away from home one morning, confused and unaware of her surroundings. No one saw her again. The family

She stood by the roadside near a bus stand — vulnerable, disrobed, bruised not just in body but in soul. Her eyes, clouded with confusion, searched for something familiar in a world that had already given up on her. No one looked at her as a human anymore. Just a nuisance, a burden, an outcast.