And that Bhaskar… My husband? Who is he to you, eh? That diseased, emaciated chest…that rotten man… What does he mean to you? He covered up the stigma you may have had top bear. But what price have you paid for it? How are you two going to recompense? I am the one who is paying the price...! With my body! My mind is dead. I have neither a home nor parents. You came fearing that he may disown me. Not because you cared. What kind of a mother are you? You, who threw your own child to the wolves? Why did you educate me? Why did you always insist that I stand on my own feet?... You did not want me to be like that, isn’t it?