Synopsis: Oviya was a hero Her family's hero But she didn't know it; in Oviya's heart, the heroes were her family She knew they loved her to the fullest; they gave her the last piece of bread and the last spoonful of onion chutney.
Oviya was ten years old, she lived on the fragrant Nigiri Tea hills of India, she was sunbaked like a great cinnamon brown tea biscuit from working in the hot sun every day, she was thin from not having enough to eat, her hands looked like she had aged well past 40, but her sparkly brown eyes that looked like two lovely cups of strong black tea with a hint of cream speaks a different story, one that says, I am still curious and happy and a big dreamer