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Kamla works at home and does not go to school.She is just seven.Her mother feels it is worthless for a girl to study,by all means she will run a house in future.The mother goes out to work everyday.She is a daily wage labourer.Kamla takes care of her younger siblings at home.Her younger brother goes to the nearby municipal school.Kamla weeps bitterly at night.
Manju comes from a middle class family.She works as a school teacher in a private school for a measly salary.She is married to an engineer who lives in another city. Manju is anaemic,she feels shy to ask her mother-in-law some of her favourite items-she basically lives on the leftovers of a large joint family.She needs medical
attention-a right that has been denied to her by her in-laws.
Anusha is the pampered daughter of a bussiness magnate.She survives on fast food.She is insecure,there's nobody at home or friend circle with whom she can share her thoughts,feelings and aspirations.She wants to do journalism but her 'loving' parents think it is not for girls of good families.
At least the above incidents force us to think that,'Yes ,girls are a neglected lot'.
Awaiting your comments,


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