When I was about 6-7 years old, my uncle (my father's younger brother) took me to live with him to Belathur in Heggadadevana Kote taluk in Mysore district in Karnataka. It was a small village pretty far my village in Kolar district (~200 miles about a day's travel by bus). His wife was separated from him and had taken their two sons. My uncle was a crazy man - he was very emotional and very abusive, I found out. He put me to work rightaway serving people, cleaning dishes in his small cafe. From morning 6am to 8pm, I would work. In between, I would go to school but he wouldn't allow me to study after school. My school education for three years when I was with him was dismal. I never wrote my parents to come and take me away, I just stayed on suffering the abuse and sacrificing my childhood. Only my uncle decided to take me to visit my parents three years later, I was freed from his clutches and my parents after hearing my story decided not to send me back with him.
I will write some stories of my stay with my uncle in later blogs.
I will write some stories of my stay with my uncle in later blogs.
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