I decided I would go with them, but it would be at my father's house that I would eat. I would share his food, and his poverty.
Phoolan DeviBefore I was married, I thought the sound of bangles jangling on my forearms would be delightful. I looked forward to being able to wear bells around my ankles and silver necklaces around my neck, but not any more, not since I had learned what they represented for the man who gave them. A necklace was no prettier than a piece of of rope that ties a goat to a tree, depriving it of freedom.
Phoolan DeviStichwörter: freedom poverty hardship india necklace deprive
I alone knew what I had suffered. I alone knew what it felt like to be alive but dead.
Phoolan DeviSing of my deeds
Tell of my combats
How I fought the treacherous demons
Forgive my failings
And bestow on me peace
Stichwörter: deeds justic bandit combats dacoit
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