How much trouble people face, how much trouble people are made by people whom I trust a lot, I don’t even want to take rest, I can’t ask God for anything anymore, my heart is wounded, I have suffered so much I have seen women who are labourers, people don’t even give them full money, they make them work all day, there is another woman, whose husband beats her every day after getting drunk and snatches all her money, I feel that in some solitary confinement Let’s go, don’t tell anyone, I don’t feel like laughing at all