My name is Chandradevi. I have two sons, and my husband battles heart disease. To survive, one of my sons works tirelessly as a labourer to provide us with food. I bear the scars of war, plagued by headaches and struggling with a visual impairment. We rely solely on my son’s income to meet our basic needs and medical expenses. Since we resettled in this village in 2010, every day is a painful reminder of our ongoing hardship.

