Homeless…young…woman: 'Every Night Brings a New Hell, Someone Leaves a Blade on My Face, Someone Forces Me…'

आज तक

Lean Right

Factuality

Ownership

Old, donated clothes that were too big or too small...hair tangled into a tangled mess...contempt-laced pity when given money or food...and the orphan's tail...this was my identity. I grew up in front of the Kalkaji temple. As a child, I only understood hunger and heat and cold. As I grew older, fear grew to include fear: of the night. Of people. Of sleep that came unintentionally.