Seventeen years ago, my sister Moy Moy bought our daughter Moy Moy a stroller. It was expensive and out-of-the-question for us at the time and Moy Senior’s generous gesture was a Godsend. For 17 years, has been our ticket to mobility and freedom.
I have a car, but cars can only do so much. Cars can only go so far. They can’t drive into someone’s garden. They can’t mosey inside someone’s house. And they definitely can’t go with you for a walk.
I’m a walker. 7 miles a day is my average. If you are a walker and if you have a daughter with a disability which prevents her from walking with you, you need to figure that out. The stroller my sister gave us was the answer. I could pop Moy Moy into it and go virtually anywhere. We went to parties in our neighbourhood, to meetings at my office, and to friends’ homes for tea. We went on long walks to the tea gardens or the Forest Research Institute or for quick trips to the local vegetable market and the chemist. We went to Latika Vihar functions, PSI gatherings and neighbourhood celebrations.