My Story

“I separated from my husband when my daughter was a little over three years old. I moved, found a new job in a radio station,

“18 years ago, I left my small village in Karnataka and came to the city of dreams to make it big. I loved to cook,

“It’s very hard to fall in love again. Especially for a prostitute. Ever since I have understood life, every inch of my soul has suffered

“We fell in love at the age of 15, and ours was a perfect love story. We were like a typical romantic Bollywood couple. From

“Sit besides me with a strong heart, I will tell you my story. I was given away to an older man when I was little.

“Growing up in Udupi, my house was filled with pre-independence stories. I got married soon after my graduation. As per the Bunt tradition, my father

“The day when I was born, nobody touched food. Because I was the fourth daughter of my parents. My black skin color made the situation

“Father was a poor man who worked for a rich man. I would go with father to the landlord’s house to help him with his

“I never told my children what was my job. I never wanted them to feel shame because of me. When my youngest daughter asked me