Streetwise by Raashida Khan

Devika dragged her sore body onto the flattened cardboard box which served as her mattress. Half a roti and two tablespoons of watery dhall had done very little to ease the hunger pangs that were her constant companion. She exhaled and a sound erupted from her throat – something between a yawn and a sigh. Her eyelids drooped and in a minute she was sleeping like the dead.

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