When I was just seven years old, my mum died in a terrorist attack. That was the time of the anti-Sikh riots in India. Our whole family were going to a wedding when our bus was bombed. Unfortunately, I remembered what happened quite clearly, and for quite a few years, I was traumatised by it.
After that, my dad tried everything to raise us himself, with the help of relatives. But as my brother and I were quite little at that time, it was eventually too much for him, so he re-married. My brother and . . .