Excerpt from Natural Elements

...The car sped toward Ville Parle. Grandmother was now probably having her early cup of coffee in the sitting-room with Grandfather as he read the Times of India. My father was at the firm in the city. Ayah was gossiping with the neighbors--"Did you hear, Mrs. Banerjee's daughter--the one that lives in America, left her husband for another man. I hope my Geeta never goes to America. It puts bad ideas in one's head." Ayah failed to see the same thing goes on in Bombay everyday. She closed her mind to prostitution in the red light district of the city. Young women sold or tricked into the profession, never able to leave it. Never able to return to their villages. Rejected by their families. She was unaware of HIV/AIDS or how rampant sexually transmitted diseases were spreading across the city. She was unaware of life outside of the suburbs. She was unaware of my attraction to man from America, the place where all the craziness goes on. Natural Elements