The reasons for my homelessness are varied and I warn readers about the pathos in this post.The worst spell of homelessness I had was when I was in Shantiniketan, West Bengal; it lasted for a month and I was quite mad at the end, when I had to go to a cousin’s place in Chennai from Kolkata by train.It was a miracle that I made that journey, given my mental state.
I was deficient in mental resources because of the nature of my family.Many of them are not Indian and I wasn’t aware of that. My uncles were greedy and thought they could pillage and get away with it by denying me any knowledge of my brothers or of my father’s side.It was like I was promised to them and they stole my colour and carried on stealing it because they were keeping me poor.
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