“Those were such happy days!”

We walked along the mud roads of the village lined with coconut trees and the green fields.

Jayanthi, the tailoring center teacher, fondly recollected her childhood memories of walking to school, carrying books on her heads wading through knee deep water.

“Now, neither are there hardly rains nor are there moments where I do things with my friends,” she says.”Those were such happy days!” she says with a gleam in the eye, even as an unmistakable tone of sadness latches on when she ends her sentence.

Lost in the labyrinth of household, marriage and motherhood chores, restrictions that don’t allow women to travel anywhere by themselves, ‘friendship’ from school or ‘friends’ from the village where they grew up remains a fuzzy memory.

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