Nearing the late afternoon, a young girl was trudging through Badi Choupad markets. Drawing my gaze towards the small figure was the ray of white that trailed behind her. Within a few seconds the girl, along with what looked to be a white woven sack, passed me by. Her petite figure could have easily been engulfed by the sack on her back.
Looking closer at her face it dawns on me that I have mistaken her as being a girl in her early twenties. She is not a woman, just a kid. Her physique is that of a preteen, a girl yet to experience puberty. The white sack trailing behind her is the bag she tugs around most days in Jaipur. Instead of a bag filled with school supplies, hers is a worn out sack with trash.