Thumpa didi grabs my arm and herds me down an alley and through a crowd of men. I am wary, but certainly curious. The air is heavy with the smell of alcohol fused with incense, sweat and sewage. The lanes…

Thumpa didi grabs my arm and herds me down an alley and through a crowd of men. I am wary, but certainly curious. The air is heavy with the smell of alcohol fused with incense, sweat and sewage. The lanes…
(TW: Sexual abuse/assault/trauma) Mumbai- the city of dreams, becomes Samira’s worst nightmare Samira (name changed to protect identity) loved going to school. However, at the age of fourteen, after having studied only up to class four, her family could no…