Clad in a red net saree, she emerged out of the crowd on the bustling street. Having a voluptuous frame, she walked towards me. Her long, dark hair braided neatly, she wore minimal jewellery and a red lipstick that contrasted with her fair skin. A little timid in her appearance, she stood in front of me, her gaze unwavering. "I will never bring my daughter here. Will never push her into this business," she said. "Does she know of your profession?" I asked as I tried to find some expression on her melancholic face. She shook her head. "Unaware of the reality, she lives with my mother," she said, looking at me with her big brown eyes. Her age? "Seven," she said.