Shenaz’s Story

  To sit at a table with all the food one could desire, then to sit for days without a morsel, heightens the sense of loss and deepens the sense of longing. For those who come from a childhood marked by relative safety, care and provision, a plunge into the violence and abuse of commercial…

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Monica’s Story

  “My life means nothing.” On the third floor of a brothel in a small, cramped room with four beds separated by pull curtains, Soni voiced her despair. I had asked Soni, Sapana, Meena and Anjali about their future. Each had been sold into the brothel and longed to be free from it and the…

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