“My husband passed away leaving me and my kids to fend for ourselves. I have two sons and to this day, they haven’t set foot inside a school. I haven’t been able to make any effort towards their education and it’s been a hand to mouth existence for a very long time now. I sell flowers outside an old dilapidated theatre in red hills. I have to travel all the way from there to Koyembedu to source my flowers and then make garlands to sell them. It’s a tough life considering all that I had to endure to keep alive. I was sick for a long time owing to which, I joined a church as a nun and served some time there. My humble request to everyone reading this story is to be more considerate of people who sell their wares on streets. People bargain mercilessly for Rs. 10 but that could mean a meal for me that day. There are so many women like me who toil to stand on their feet and put in sincere efforts to grow. The least you can do is not bargain with them.”