Now I am 77 years old. I lost my husband when I was 21. My son was all that I had in my life. He was my love and life. I toiled very hard to raise him up. I donated one of my kidneys for him when his kidney failed. He got married and has children. But since I could not able to help him anymore and in any ways, he took me one day for a long trip to some place in North India. He asked me to sit in a railway station and said that he will go and buy tea for me. But he never returned. I was sitting at the railway station without knowing the language and the people. My son made me a beggar that day. Then I understood that there are lot more people in this world much better than my son. I was a beggar for more than two years and some how I came to this place. I am very happy here. They provide me food, accommodation, treatment and above all – they gave me a good and a big family. Now I am living happily here with my 72 sons, 12 grand children and 100 plus sisters. Life is so good now and I forgot all my bitter past – and my son as well.