She is from Bengal.
Living in Vrindavan.
No. She doesn’t beg.
She washes dishes for a living.
Sadly her own sons disowned her after the death of her husband and because she had no where to go, she came to ‘Krishna land’.
She says Krishna is kind. And now Vrindavan is her home.
As soon as she sees me clicking, she hides her face.
“Why are you clicking a widow?”, she asks.
“My camera doesn’t know that, and it really doesn’t matter”, I respond.
The plight of Vrindavan widows is often not spoken about. Even in Ashrams, the treatment they are subjected to is heart wrenching.
Some watch their fellow widows dying in Ashrams, Some beg for food , while some like Ritu work as house helps.
I wonder, Is this the price one pays for bringing up their own children?