What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery
I would like to explain about one moment in my life of an incident that hurt me. This is my anti’s story. I love her because she was the backbone of my education. She was very funny and good hard worker.
Her name was Yashoda. She was younger sister of my father. She was married to Nagendra. He was also a good hard worker but he was addicted to drink. Before marriage my anti enjoyed her childhood life a lot because she was the youngest in her family, three brothers and two sisters took care of her. My grand father was very strict, but she was defiant. My uncle was addicted to drink. He used to beet her but she never told to my grand father and my father because she loved him.
Now I am telling about why I like her. She used to give me money. When I had a problem she solved it. Three years ago my father wanted to marry my sister, then we faced some economic problems, no body could help my family at the time my anti helped.
She had two children. Recently they built a new house. my uncle hurt her. She attempted suicide, she burned her body. In the incident my uncle was also burned. Finally she died. That’s why I never forgot this moment in my life