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"A Siberian proverb says it is easy to tempt the frog to the river. I was that frog who reached its destination in Sampoorna Kranti Express three years back. With 98% in 12th CBSE, I was on a high tide. My father, a small-town grocer, was in two minds over Delhi University. His casual apathy succumbed to the magnificence of 98% and Prof.Rao’s wisdom- Educate your girl, Pandey Jee, she is your real treasure. In a month's time, I was in Delhi, sharing a rented accommodation with five other small-town girls in Mukherjee Nagar. The restroom had a western commode, and I refused to use it with the ferocity of a wild boar. Using all my intellect, I tried to figure out where to place the feet, but to no avail. Asking PG mates for help would have been simpler, but it was a chance I didn’t want to take. A 98% SRCC student knows it all."


To read the full story, click on PeeShe. It was featured as #BlogOfTheDay yesterday on Momspresso-India's largest parenting platform. 


This story also featured on Women's Web-India's leading platform for women. 


Picture courtesy-NY Times.



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