“Buwa I am not feeling too well. Is it okay if I skip the household chores today?” 13 year old Radha looked at her father with pleading eyes. Prasad looked at his daughter and noticed that she did indeed look a bit unwell. Her pale droopy eyes, shaking limbs and erratic breathing gave it off. However, he did not think of it as that much of a big issue. “What will you do? Sleep all day? Can’t you just drink some hot water and start working? If you do not do the chores, who will? I am not keeping you at home for nothing, Radha. I would have sent you to school otherwise. And anyways, you do have to practice all this. How will you survive at your husband’s house after you get married?” The zillions of questions thrown by her father was making Radha more nauseous than her burning fever was. Radha was getting dizzy and she knew that it was not because of the fever anymore. Radha was only seven years of age when her mother had died from bronchitis. She was left with her elder broth...