"Come look my shop! Very cheap, okay. Something for ten rupees. Have a look!"She wakes up in the dark of morning and works all day under the blistering sun. She pursues 'good luck' from a first sale, hustling tourists to buy clothes and jewelry from her tiny shop facing theā¦
"Come look my shop! Very cheap, okay. Something for ten rupees. Have a look!"She wakes up in the dark of morning and works all day under the blistering sun. She pursues 'good luck' from a first sale, hustling tourists to buy clothes and jewelry from her tiny shop facing the Arabian sea. She competes with older girls who are equally aggressive, borrows from loan sharks to pay off her debts, and faces a beating if she fails to meet the seasonal sales-quota set by her bossman, all for a pittance of a wage. Her parents are illiterate and don't work; her father, an alcoholic. Her name is Shilpa, she's the primary breadwinner of her family of seven... and she's nine years old... Belonging to a community of semi-nomadic tribal people, she migrates year after year to a hippie-lovers' beach in Goa, seeking a better fortune at the hands of pleasure-seeking travellers. Her dream is to go to school. And after 3 years of following her story through periodic trips, while uncovering the arduous ...