Amar held my hand firmly. He had a charming smile. Baba trusted him- ”
You are meant for someone who will protect you.” I was a ten year old girl
and the only child of a debt ridden family, leaving my village. Amar
convinced me that Uncle was very kind and a maid’s job was secure. That
night at Uncle’s big mansion in a big city, I had a sumptuous dinner. Then I
went to wags my hands. I heard the car speeding away. Amar had left. I got
numb. And, my mouth was shut. That’s all I remember