Like any other woman, I was also waiting for the “Magical Day” in my life. My little angel “Sindhu” was born on August 16, 2000. One has to experience the happiness and joy of being a MOTHER. Words fall short to describe motherhood.

When I look back now, I find the days we enjoyed, struggled, learnt and tried to cope up with reality. Sindhu’s early childhood was so lovely. Everyone who picked her, felt so delighted at her smiley face. We were proud parents to have such a beautiful baby.

Days rolled in the enjoyment of true love. Though she was crossing all her milestones, deep in my heart, I could sense something was going wrong behind all her lovely smiles and cuddles. Speech got delayed, which made us rush to paediatricians.

Diagnosis was the toughest part in our entire journey. We lived in small village in Andhra Pradesh, India. Lack of awareness on psychological disorders in the medical community always made the problem deny. Physical development was normal in Sindhu, what worried me was lack of social interaction, behavioural and play patterns.

The struggle to understand the exact condition took several years. We knocked each door of hospitals, special education centres, parents of special needs children homes. This phase in our life was so difficult for us to accept the fact and deal with her condition AUTISM.

Knowing the depth of Autism and its impact on the family, I was surrounded by total darkness, fear, confusion, shock and was left helplessness. To my unfortunate, relatives and friends sympathetic showers and pitiful words brought much heaviness in my heart.

One fine day, I was in deep sorrow cursing my fate, tears rolling down my eyes, I observed my daughter playing happily in her own world least bothered about her condition. That moment, I realized and questioned myself “if she was so happy, why I am so depressed?” I gave a tight hug to my daughter. I strongly decided to put all my efforts to bring a change in her.