Dear Brother David,
Greetings from Calcutta .
My name is Shobana. My father is a drunkard, my mother, poor and humble. My parents have got two daughters only, me and my sister. I am aged 17. I am studying in the Science group of the +2 class of the Hindu Higher Secondary School, Calcutta (West). My younger sister is studying in standard 10th of the same school.
Our whole family believes in Hinduism. My father is an auto-rickshaw driver, though a drunkard. As he spends all his income for liquor, he neither helps mother nor supports us in our education. Therefore, to educate us and to maintain house hold, my mother has to do hard sundry work- she goes about door to door cleaning vessels and washing clothes.
On holidays, I used to go with my mother to rich families to help her in her work. On such goings, a Youngman of a rich family snared me saying that he was in love with me. Promising to marry me, he ruined my virginity. With the thought of alleviating poverty, I succumbed myself to all his desires. He was an addict of the dangerous drug cochine. Several occasions he gave me too the injection of the drug and made me float in intoxication. As a result, I became a slave to the drug.
I could not but inject the drug in to my body remain alive. I felt committing suicide. Days went on.
In the meantime, he began love-affairs with a rich woman and completely cut off all his relations with me. I wept bitterly, to forget it, I favored drugs. My mother being poor, I could not purchase drugs. But I could not live without drugs. Therefore I went out to commit suicide by laying my head on the railway track. My mother comes to know all about me with all my problems. She got my letter, which I left at home, mentioning my final plan. Knowing it, my mother and sister searched for me in vain. They sighed and sobbed, and drenched in tears being severely grief-stricken. With broken hearts mother prayed, "If there is a living God, Shobana should be saved."
It was on a Sunday morning 10 'o' clock I had laid my head on the rail
and was waiting for the Bombay-Calcutta, Howrah Express Train to run
over me. Under the rainy clouds, under the rails, I spied a tract of 4
pages in white paper entitled "Deliverance" .In the same posture, I
read its first page "Jesus delivers every sinner from all sinful evil
habits". This instilled the hope in my heart that this Jesus Christ
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