Do you know how necessary sanitation is?
Especially for Women and Children.
Last night, during my regular web-browsing time before sleep, I found out about this organization and this cause through one of my blogger friends, Susan Deborah who blogs at Meanderings and Reflections.
Upon reading the page, I felt really bad about those females and children who suffer due to lack of proper sanitation facilities in their area. So the first thing I did this morning was to make my contribution to this cause. However little it is, it definitely will make a change. As Milaap’s website says,
“Loan a little, Change a lot.“
You may ask why this one caught my attention. So here’s the answer.
I was born into a well-to-do family, but a slightly conservative and orthodox one. Both my maternal side as well paternal side. Thankfully my parents had migrated to the National Capital Territory much before my birth courtesy their jobs. And thus we got to enjoy the freedom and luxury of staying in a Metro city with almost all facilities easily available at walking distance.
It is only during our summer vacations and our much cherished trips to our hometown that we got to experience the difficulties of people in rural places because of either poverty, lack of facilities or the rigidity of our elders. The houses of both my grandparents, Achamma (Dad’s mother) and Ammamma (Mom’s mother) did not have a toilet inside the house. It was not even attached to the main building of the house. It was a little far inside the backyard of the house amidst a dense plantation of various trees. So if we had to use the toilet we would have to go outside the house and walk all the way into the backyard through the dense plantations.
I missed telling you that electricity had not reached these villages till I was in my late teens. So you can imagine how difficult it was for us during those two months. Initially it did not matter much because we were kids and did not realize the bigger issues involved. Mom used to accompany us with a kerosene lamp and that was it. But as we grew and reached puberty, we realized the bigger problems. On those four-five days of the months when we didn’t have a choice other than using the toilet multiple times a day, it used to be fearful experience going out at night along with mom. The darkness and the scary sounds would always make us dismiss the urge to go out. I am extremely scared of dark and would uncomfortably wait for dawn to break to relieve myself. I don’t know how many times I have cursed and who all I have cursed for this rigidity of not having a toilet inside the house. It is good to be religious and follow rituals if you believe in them, but not at the cost of your health and safety.
Ammamma always had a hunch-back ever since her fifth delivery as it impacted her backbone. She would still go out all that way to the toilet any time of the day. It was only when she fell extremely ill and bed-ridden that we fought with her and built one inside the house. I had just started working then and was all of 19.
Since I have experienced the fear, the ill-effects and problems associated with the lack of proper sanitation, this movement touched me somewhere deep inside. How much more difficult it will be for those women and girls in the villages? And how unsafe and unhygienic.
I request all of you to contribute in whatever little ways you can and also check out the other causes they are working for. And last but not the least. Share it with as many as you can to ensure larger participation for the sake of humanity.
Remember, every single drop counts.