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(About The Author Com. G. Renuka well known to readers as Midko, hails from Kadivendi village in Warangal district. While pursuing her LLB in Tirupati, she was involved in the women's movement as a member of "Mahila Shakti." In 1995, when Mahila Shakti merged with nine other organizations to form Chaitanya Mahila Sangham, she actively participated in the statewide women's movement, working from Tirupati until 2000 and from Visakhapatnam until

 Palamaner is a small sleepy town endowed with six to seven marriage convention halls. All these are in newpet only. Once there was a small marriage hall in pathapeta(oldtown). It was closed in the wake of small disputes followed by court cases. Now a days everyone has to depend on kothapetha (New town) marriage halls for all marriages and other functions. For this they have to cross the N.H.4 national

Narmada was lying down with the saline drip inserted into her veins and looked very weak. I sat beside her on a stool. I looked in turn at the saline bottle and Narmada’s face with death writ largely on it. Occasionally I looked out of the window located above her bed. ‘The skies are so dark. It is going to be a heavy downpour,’ I thought. “News of our comrades

I deliberately took the lower berth so that I can feast my eyes on the picturesque Konkan. The winter season had just begun.  The greenery covered with the mist fills the heart with such pleasantness! And the pleasure of sipping a hot tea in that ambience is at a different plane altogether. How happy Keerti and the children would have been if they were here now! We should definitely make

The train was speeding along. Trees and hills were racing past with equal speed. The events of the past seven months flashed before Lakshmi's eyes. --- Itwas 11 o'clock. As soon as the train stopped at the station, Lakshmi got down, waited for it to leave, and then crossed the tracks. Her eyes scanned the station premises. She held the signals she brought tightly in her hand. Meanwhile, a middle-aged

My name is Ungi, and I am eighteen years old. My family lived in a village near Geedam Town in Dantewada district, Chhattisgarh. We lived a life where we had to work hard just to survive. If we didn’t find work on some days, we would go hungry. Despite his old age, my grandfather too would go out for daily labour. Since my mother didn’t have enough milk, I used

“BheemjiHajir ho... (Mr.Bheem present yourself) SuniljiHajir ho... (Mr.Sunil present yourself) JuliejiHajir ho...” (Ms.Julie present yourself) The court attender shouted loudly, so his voice echoed from the court entrance to the far end of the veranda. The entire veranda was bustling with activity. Above the entrance, there was a board written in Hindi indicating that it is the honorable judge K.N. Srivatsava's court, Court No. 4. There were many such courts

“If you meet Kamlididi, give her this honey, Bujji. She drinks water mixed with lemon juice and honey first thing in the morning, right? She is such a thin person”, said Sanni placing a honey bottle in the bag on the cot. Budri, who was sitting near the fire burning next to the cot and chatting with her friend Seedho, nodded her head without looking at her mother. “Oh, I

Sannu was walking, taking each step with a broad smile. He just started to learn how to walk. Maybe because he slept all day and woke up after drinking milk to his heart's content from his mother, his face looked even more peaceful and happy than ever. In the evening sunlight, his dusky body was glowing. He extended one hand forward as if trying to hold onto something, taking each

It was nearing seven in the morning. Ranitha set off towards the village along with two people from her team. It was a tiny hamlet with just four houses, known as Makadichuvva. This village was situated in the ChamorshiTaluka of Gadchiroli district. Among the four houses, two belonged to the OraonAdivasis, who had migrated from Rayagada, while the other two were owned by the local residents. It was the rainy