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‘All of us are in sex work,’ Kanta said, as her mother and daughter nodded eagerly. ‘In fact, if a man comes here, he has a choice all in one family, the old and the new. Where can you get that?’ she laughed. Life was not as easy as Kanta’s joking manner valiantly tried to suggest. When I met her four years later she had aged prematurely and looked haggard almost beyond recognition.

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In Sonagachi in central Kolkata, we learnt a lot from Dr Smarajit Jana’s renowned HIV prevention programme. Where Thailand’s was essentially a top-down model, Sonagachi used a grassroots community-based approach.

Sonagachi in 2004 was a series of streets and narrow alleys, where more than ten thousand women from all over India practised commercial sex. The large brothel area had separate sections for women from different states. Here, there would be a little Andhra Pradesh and there, Punjabi, Uttar Pradesh, and Nepali sections. Sweets, savouries, and even glossy magazines from those regions were on sale in many of these sections. Hot poha could be had in the Maharashtrian area and steaming momos in the Nepali section. These regional units were maintained so that the women could feel at home and to make it easy for clients who have preferences for women from certain communities. Not all women stayed fixed in one area – there were free floaters as well, who chose to move around. Each section was a series of houses, from single-room cubicles barely bigger than a bed to units with a couple of bedrooms and a living room, sofas, and large-screen TVs. Typically, the houses were owned by madams, who rented the rooms out by the hour to street-based sex workers, or took a cut from the earnings of women who stayed for a longer term.

We arrived at Sonagachi in the late evening of a hot summer day in 2003, and it was as if we had stepped into a carnival. The lanes were crowded with customers who defied categorization. There was the government babu stopping by for a quick one before he went home to his loving wife and children. Small-time businessmen from out of town, seeking to unwind after a hard day’s work. Dhoti-clad lovers of art, come to enjoy an evening of ghazal and mujra. Men of affluence who stepped gingerly out of chauffeured cars. And even a few foreign tourists, keen to discover all that India had to offer.

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