“Still, this gratitude came from her knowledge that she might have been born into a different life- a shelter resident’s life, or the barber’s life, or the rickshaw driver’s life. Then she would have known nothing of escape. She would have believed that the city was the whole world and it’s fate was her fate. Extricatjon from one’s hometown was for the lucky. Her own luck dazzled her.”
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