She also brought along a couple of scrawny kids, who waited by the vegetable patch while their mother worked.
As in most traditional homes, our squat toilet was near the rear door, across an open courtyard. This was the latrine cleaning woman, or her husband at times.
Domestic helpers, such as a washerwoman and a dishwashing woman, entered our house via the front door-all except one, who came in via the rear door. Our 3-BR house had a small front lawn and a vegetable patch behind. My father worked as a textile engineer in a company town owned by the Birla Group, where we lived in a middle class residential quarter for the professional staff and their families. I grew up in the central Indian city of Gwalior until I left home for college. (This review won the top award in the 3 Quarks Daily 2011 Arts & Literature Contest. A review of a memoir by an ‘untouchable’ starting in the 1950s in rural Uttar Pradesh.
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