Killing self must have seemed easier, killing her dream harder - is how you interpret it as you walk out of the Emergency block of the Post Graduate Institute of Medical Education and Research (PGIMER) here after meeting the aspiring doctor, now crying with the pain of 70% burns.
"That I be a doctor was not just my dream but also of my brother. I had to kill that dream when humiliation by upper-caste Jat boys crossed all limits," said the daughter of a Dalit brick-kiln worker. Most of them from her own village, they'd stalk her for the 10 kilometers between her village and Government Senior Secondary School for Girls, Lehragaga. Mani, Swaran, and a few others she has named would make obscene comments and gestures - whether on the road or at the bus stop, they gave her no respite.
"They said and did things I can't even share," she says. But she didn't give in easily. That would have meant killing her dream. Her unemployed brother, Jasgir Singh, stands wondering why she didn't tell anybody about what was going on. Asked, the girl said if she had told her parents, "they would have stopped me from going to school".