“Ready?” Apte asked. I replied with a yes. But am I really ready to do this? 10 years ago “Rani, we have no dal (pulse) to eat today.” my mother said. “It’s okay aama (mom), we’re okay with rice.” I replied. “But I want dal too” my younger brother cried. “Yes you fuche badmass (naughty boy). But aren’t you late for your school?” I said. The same moment I saw my mother smiling with tears in her eyes. My father died when I was four. Since then my mother took care of me and my brother. She did everything alone. She used to go to others and wash dishes. ...