(Trigger Warning: Discussions of mentally distressing situations, descriptions of violence.)
Rajlaxmi* (name changed) was sitting on the pavement of her rented shanty in Neharpar, Faridabad. She looked different from the last time I saw her.
Something was amiss.
Her eyes were hollow, her pearly white smile seemed to have fallen into an abyss, her child-like persona absent.
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