Hello, My name is Divya!
I am a Shishu child and I say this with a lot of pride. I was six years old when my mother brought me to Shishu to join the school. I had been studying in a government school for a year and only remember that the teachers used to beat us if we were late. Besides that I have no recollection of that school. I remember my early days at Shishu very well. We had our classes in the rooms of the Home and I liked going there everyday. I was a day scholar and when I used to see some of the children living there, I too wanted to live at Shishu. I didn't like living in my own house. Every day there were fights, between my father and his brothers or between my father and my mother. I remember my father being a kind man who took care of us. But that was long ago. I don't know when and why he changed. But he did. He became an alcoholic. I remember being scared whenever he was in a fight, which was very often. Once his brothers beat him with a cycle chain and I remember he bled from head to toe. I w
