Let me begin with a bit of a disclaimer regarding my soul: I realize the content and story written in this novel are of utmost social importance, and that inherited prostitution in India is a moral abomination, and that these women lead miserable, suffering lives that I could never truly imagine or know, thank God. This message should resonate throughout Indian society, government, and law enforcement. I truly feel the greatest remorse and sympathy for the humans that these characters and situations are based on.
That being said, it's very obvious that 1) English is not the author's first language, 2) the book wasn't intended for the 'literary crowd' and 3) the author's graduate studies were in business, not literature. At times I felt mentally tortured by phrases and passages of this book; I'm the type that finishes a book No Matter What, and I struggled mightily through redundant and elementary descriptions, cliched metaphors, and plain and simple BAD WRITING. The author qualifying what a character's dialog is after the character has just spelled it out in the dialog. Infinite counts of crying: there were more crying episodes in this book than any I've ever read, ever. And this causes the act to lose its impact after, say, 200 times of people crying, and every time described in pretty much the same exact way.
The characters are one dimensional and not self-aware in the least. The author uses so many tropes, SO MANY! There is no nuanced psychology, there is no subtly emotions, everything is HIT YOU OVER THE HEAD WITH A HAMMER simplicity. And this renders the characters unbelievable, in action and in essence. This could actually work (maybe?) as a young adult novel, and maybe I'm just a snob, but this book lacked the dynamic, intriguing characters I've come to expect from good literature, and was paint-by-numbers dialog and plot. I could guess what was going to be said, and what action was coming next, line by line, chapter by chapter. I was sour and disappointed, but not entirely surprised because I did buy this novel in the airport, looking for the lesser of all evils in that newsstand shop, so that's a lesson learned.
Now, after ravaging it, I want to apologize to anyone who worked on it, who's real lives are depicted in it, and the message it so desperately needs to communicate. I hope it's a positive force for change in Indian society, because the cause is worthy...but the execution way off. In its place I would recommend The Association of Small Bombs. Sorry and Goodbye!