“My husband passed away around a decade ago and since then I have no place to stay. My children are married and settled and cannot take care of me, I do not blame them for that because they lead a hand-to-mouth existence themselves. I see no point in blaming anyone or cursing my fate. I work with my cousin sister who sells flowers outside Mylapore temple.

She gives me ten or twenty bucks from the meagre earnings that she makes and I use that to get a meal. Tying the flowers into garlands and talking to her is what I look forward to every day. She comes here in the evening, spends aorund six hours selling her stock, and leaves me with the money for my dinner, even if she has a bad day.

I buy a packet of biscuit or a bun, eat it and sleep on the platform outside the stores, and on days when it rains or I get shooed away from the platform, I sleep in the Railway station. Nobody asks me to leave from there, but that noise scares me which is why I don’t go there everyday.

There’s not much that I desire or wish for in life, it’s just going and I have no complaints or hardfeelings against anyone. It’s just nice when someone stops, talks, or gives some money for me to have some tea and goes. Their warm hearts fill me up with joy.”

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