In the prestigious function for National award winners and their families , sat Mangla a reclusive single parent, conscious of all the curious eyes turned towards her and yet immensely proud that her daughter’s first film had made it big.
They had just returned from several successful international film festivals. Jyoti had lived up to her name, other than her exceptional work with the LGBT community in Delhi her first film about them had achieved this.
Mangla, the guru of hijras in Delhi had found Jyoti near a garbage heap, her tiny shoes peeping out of a plastic bag.
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