My father was no more. He was 50 when he expired. At 69, my mother was a retired headmistress, and working as full timevworker/warden, guardian at शबरी कन्या school cum hostel for girls. The speciality was girls displaced from North East India and saved by parents and Hindu Missionaries of वनवासी कल्याण आश्रम Vanvasi (tribal)... Continue Reading →