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For Mansukh Prajapati, childhood in the western Indian city of Morbi began before sunrise, with a six-mile walk to collect clay for their family business.
"My father was a potter," he recalls.
Often he would wake up to the rhythmic sound of his father at work at his potter's wheel.
"My mother and I would get up at four in the morning and walk for miles every day to get clay."
Used for storing water, clay pots were a common item in Indian households in the 1970s.
But the income from making pots was meagre and the profession also came with social stigma.
"Nobody wanted to their daughter married in a potter's family," Mr Prajapati says. "They feared she will be burdened with endless labour."
