"After my husband died and after discovering that I was HIV-positive and that three [out of five] of my children were infected too, I planned to push my children under a train and jump in after them (Figure 1). Thankfully, my daughter convinced me not to jump that time, but I still feel bad about myself. I'm not able to provide [food, education, shelter, and stability] for my children. I often think that it would be better if I were dead." (Sahi, a 38-year-old widow living with HIV/AIDS in Delhi).