I am tired, very tired. I am tired of fighting for food, fighting to live, fighting for love. No one ever loved me. I do not know how it feels to be loved. When I will return from work my parents will ask for money, when I will give them money they will smile. Once I had a fever and could not go to work for a week, my father took out my bed from the house and threw in the yard. Till I am capable of giving, I'm capable of living.

When I was five months pregnant my husband disappeared. And I never saw him last five years. He never loved me, I had seen him with other women many times, but I fought for his love too. I am a defeated person. Sometimes I feel like to go somewhere, leaving everything behind. But I do not have any place to go. I hang on the train as I am hanging in my life. Knowing the train will never take me to a place where someone will care for me, someone will love me, but still I hang on and look forward.