Sometimes people's drawings illustrate the stories they were thinking of, sometimes the act of drawing brought out stories of their past.
"When I was 12 years old, I got married. My mother-in-law made me fetch water from the community well. One day when returning home, my mother-in-law threw away all the water I'd carried home from the well. The reason was, there were people from the so-called lower caste fetching water from the well at the same time, so my mother-in-law thought that one of the lower caste people might have touched the water and made it impure. As a young girl, I did not understand why my mother-in-law did that."
"When I was a child I went to my maternal uncle's home in Chyasal. One day my uncle asked me to fetch water from the community well. Coincidentally, one of the village girls who belonged to the so-called lower caste looked very similar to me. So the villagers thought that I was the girl from the lower caste trying to fetch water, so they scolded me very badly. I ran crying towards my uncle and threw away the pitcher and from that day never went to that well again. I experienced how unjust and terrifying it was to live as a lower caste person. These days, such acts don't occur, at least not in the city areas."