When I heard about Vedika Pinto, I thought of my eldest granddaughter’s friend from Shillong who works in a garment unit. She told me once, “Nani, the supervisor counts our stitches like he is weighing rice, but he never counts the tea break we lose.” My own hands remember the ache of threading a needle for hours, mending my late husband’s shirts by lamplight. It makes me wonder — when a place measures your worth by the piece, who measures the hurt in your shoulders?
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