Sunday Emotion- When mom and dad died, aunt left church: Now when she returned from London after studying, relatives started calling her daughter.

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I lost my parents at an age when a child does not even know the meaning of death. There were three sisters and brothers, but now there are only two sisters. Elder sister tells that in 1995 we lived in a rented house in Delhi. I was one year old when my mother met with an accident. He died during treatment a few days later. At that time elder sister was 8 years old and brother was 5 years old.

Pooja tells that after the death of her parents, the three sisters and brothers lived in a church and then in an orphanage.

Mom and dad had a love marriage. Mother was Hindu and father was Christian. After marriage, mother's family broke all relations. Papa's family members were also angry. Mother and father had built their entire world around each other. Father was not able to bear the shock of mother's sudden departure. Papa was starting to become weak. But he was also fulfilling the responsibility of three children. An uncle also lived with us. Uncle's mental condition was not good, so he was completely dependent on his father.

Papa, who used to be a quiet person, gradually went into depression. Five years had passed since my mother passed away. Now I was five years old, brother was 10 years old and sister was 12 years old. Suddenly a day came in our life when everything changed forever.

I had not even woken up, the sound of people crying was coming in my ears. When she got up and came out, she saw that her elder sister, brother and uncle were crying. Gradually the crowd in the house started increasing. First the uncles and aunts from the neighborhood came. Then who knows which relatives, who had never come to my house before. People were whispering what would happen to the three children now.

Slowly the days passed and the guests returned to their homes. Now there were three of us, sister, brother and uncle in the house. Now the responsibility of feeding everyone and raising us was on the elder sister. Because uncle was ill. The ration left in the house also lasted only for a few days. There was no money either. Then the elder sister would ask the neighbors and arrange food for us. Many nights I had to sleep on an empty stomach. Then a morning came when uncle did not wake up from sleep. He had a heart attack. Somehow we told the whole family about this.

Once again a crowd gathered in the house. Everyone came, cried, explained to us and left. No one stayed with us or took us along. Now a two-room house and us three children.

Now the landlord started coming to the house every day. He would sit for a long time, probably wanted to say something but could not. One day early in the morning the landlord came and said 'call the elder sister'

When the elder sister came, she said, 'Son, now there is no one left to earn money in your house… how will you be able to pay the rent? Therefore, vacate this house now.

The elder sister took us and started living at the neighboring uncle's house. As soon as aunt came to know about this, she said, 'I will make some arrangements.'

Pooja tells that when the three sisters and brothers were kept in separate orphanages. They could meet only once a month.

Elder sister packed some clothes and some essential items. We left with aunt. We thought maybe aunty was taking her home. But she took us to a nearby church and said 'Now you guys stay here.'

Now we were dependent on the church. Sometimes food would be available and sometimes the intestines would start contracting due to hunger. Sleeping under the open sky. After six months, the people of Udayan NGO took us away from the church.

They had many centers around Delhi, in which there were hostel-like arrangements for orphan girls and boys. My brother was kept in a boys centre. Sister somewhere else and me somewhere else. Since all three of us were with the same NGO, Udayan, we used to meet once a month.

After coming here, I met people like family whose gratitude I cannot repay in my entire life. My sister was admitted to Sarvodaya Vidyalaya. Brother also got admission in a government school. I was good at studies as per my age, so I was admitted to a renowned school in Delhi.

Almost five years had passed. Now I was 14 years old. Brother was 18 years old. One day I came to know that my brother was no more, he had TB.

Even today, I cry when I remember that day. We could not even meet my brother for the last time. I will be sad about this for the rest of my life. Well, meanwhile the NGO got the elder sister married.

So much had happened during my studies till 12th that it seemed as if nothing could get worse than this. There was no less discrimination in school also. The teacher of this big school knew how to take care of children very well. But only those children who came from 'family'. His behavior with children like us was different.

For example, in parent-teacher meetings, teachers used to compare us with Udayan's children. He did not even consider us worthy of comparison with 'family children'. When the child who came with the parents got 72% marks, they would say that if you work hard you can get 90%. But 46% marks of Udayan's children were also considered very good.

As soon as I left there, I got admission in Bachelors in a University of Noida. Things were a little better in the university. There was no one there to ask or investigate about the family. Learning to study quietly and mind my own business helped me a lot.

After completing her Bachelor's degree from Noida, Pooja got a job in a big company.

As soon as I passed my Bachelors in 2016, I got a job in a renowned company. Here I remained engaged in welfare related work. I gave five years of my life here and simultaneously continued my studies.

Here I worked on everything from empowerment of women to education of poor children. Worked on projects ranging from health to daily income. When I got my first salary, I got a different kind of confidence. But I wanted to study further.

One day I got a famous scholarship in England. It is given by the UK government. This scholarship is available only to 50 people. Because of this fellowship, I was able to study at SOAS University in London for two years.

Amidst all this an amazing thing happened. In this chaos of life, after going to London, my lost relationships came out. People from my mother's and father's side started missing me. Started expecting things from me in hidden ways. This was a matter of surprise for me.

Pooja got a scholarship from SORS and studied in London for 2 years.

I used to think that those who were not with us in our sorrow, why are they in happiness? But that's how the world works. I understood this in time.

When I completed my studies, I had a chance to settle there. There were many jobs which were enough to live alone in a foreign country. I felt that something should be done for the millions of children like me who are struggling with the grief of not having a family.

I returned from London and became a program advisor at the Martin James Foundation. I also do CSR work for a renowned organization. I want to work on after care myself.

After returning from London, my family members i.e. aunts, uncles, etc. now remember me a lot (with a light smile). The family members now ask to meet, want to talk. I go to meet him in a state of confusion and talk to him a lot. I also help but then I get lost in thoughts. In the end I understand that family is an important thing and whether I want to or not, I enjoy their company. I remain happy with them.

I know that these people did not support us in our time of need, but still I come running once they call. I feel like my family is whatever it is. If I don't get a chance to live with my parents, I search for them only among these people. I understand the pain of not having a family.

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