From the past so many years, I wake up with a hope that today it will be different from yesterday and it will lead to my better tomorrow. But as the day advances, I find it as good as yesterday. No Change. Yesterday, I was fighting for my identity and today also I am doing the same thing. No doubt I am growing and am becoming rich not by wealth or education but by my struggle experiences. At the end of day I realize that “I am person who is neglected by own men and Community as my father was – I am – neglected daughter of a neglected father”.