It’s a cold and dull and dreary Monday evening and my heart hurts. It’s 5:38 pm and my heart just hurts. As I sit and watch her desperately trying to warm her hands by engulfing the warm cup of tea in her palms, my heart hurts. As I sit and watch her take super tiny bites of the choco pie that I gave her a few minutes back, my heart hurts. 22 year old Kanchi didi came to visit us today. She used to render her helping hands in our daily household chores before she got married away to a guy in Nuwakot. Her mom had tears in her eyes when she bid her daughter a good bye hoping and praying to the gods above for Kanchi’s better life in her husband’s house, hoping that she will no longer need to go to people’s houses to work. But as I saw her today, I realized that Kanchi didi’s mother’s prayers did not turn out very well. I realized that when I saw her sitting with bare curled up toes in this chilly weather. I realized that when I saw her sitting there showering us with a fake smile w...