The other woman. Guileless, and daunting; hidden and desired, they’d be several like her. Chosen by God, condemned by man. Her story has been told, many times over. She was despaired, and will always be. Everybody knew her: who she was, and what she was. A Devadasi can’t be widowed, they’d tell her. A Devadasi […]Read more "She will always be ‘The other woman’. Chosen by God, condemned by man…"