The hope and fury deep inside the poor, obedient Indian girl — Quartz

Saturday night, suburban Gurgaon. The sky turns from blue to black, the burnt-toast smell of fireworks blows across the ravine, and tall, broad-shouldered Varsha hauls a hot-coal iron over the shimmering finery of others. Quietly, quickly, she presses the wrinkles out of a brushed pink chiffon salwar-kameez, another the colour of nimboo-pani, followed by three…

via The hope and fury deep inside the poor, obedient Indian girl — Quartz

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