ABSTRACT
She’s young; she’s pretty and she seems sure of herself. She stands there in a well-fitted kurta — yellow, with a dark red patterned border on the sleeves, neck and hem-line. Her dupatta is maroon with a small yellow bandni print. She has it draped across her bosom and repeatedly adjusts it as she moves across the room to the chair I have indicated. Her fingernails and toenails are painted bright red and she seems to have spent time trying to look good. Somehow if a woman tries to look attractive in jail she is asking for trouble, particularly from the staff. She gets more than her share of distasteful adjectives from one and all, delivered in downbeat muted tones, and she either grins and bears them, or brazenly retorts.
