My native place is Lakhimpur Khiri. And the name of my village is Tendua. My parents were extremely poor. I am the eldest among two of my sisters and one brother. I do not even remember when I started handling the household chores and started going to farms to work. I think by the time I was 10 or 11-years-old I had taken up all responsibilities of home and outside on my shoulders. I still remember how I had begged my father to send me to school when I saw another girl from our village going to school. But my father and uncle said that children of such poor families as ours do not have it in their destiny to be educated. Despite my repeated requests I wasn’t sent to a school and hence I could not even learn reading and writing. I vividly remember many incidents of oppression, discrimination and humiliation while growing up.