Report, if you have a problem with this page“ Another of them died last night. His body was in the bazaar this morning. It lay, with a collecting bowl at its feet, on the charpoy that is reserved for those who die without money or family to bury them. He looked desiccated and his skin had the sheen and color of the dates we eat to break our fast. There are new bodies on that charpoy every week. ”
Louise Brown
From : The Dancing Girls of Lahore: Selling Love and Saving Dreams in Pakistan's Pleasure District
