There’s a woman I came across some time ago who’s about my age. She’s been widowed twice. Has a son. Lives with her sister’s family. She’s alive. She has a life.
She has no identification: no birth certificate, no school certificate — she never went to school — and no marriage certificate — neither of her marriages were registered. She certainly doesn’t have a Voter’s ID, PAN card, Ration Card or Driver’s Licence.
I know she exists. As far as the government is concerned, she doesn’t.
She can’t open a bank account or do anything which requires some form of identification.
Her son’s a child. Her sister isn’t too happy about having her in her home, or so I hear. If she disappeared, I’m not sure who, if anyone, would notice.
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