“My nath utrai (taking off the nose ring) ceremony was performed when I was eleven. The initial days were tough. I have inherited the art of making love from my grandmother."

-Roopal, a sex worker from Bedia community in brothel no. 56.

Nath utrai ceremony is nothing but the auction of a girl won by the highest bidder in Bharatpur, Rajasthan.

"Everyone believes that all hijras are castrated. We call it nirvana. Castration is usually optional. It cannot be forced upon a hijra."

-Sharmila, a eunuch from the streets of Varanasi.

The narrator spends a considerable amount of time in G.B. Road, the famous red-light district in New Delhi during his stint with an NGO. He records the narratives of the sex workers, insights of their daily lives, local lingos, quarrels, and the ins and outs of their business with an honest stoicism that does not dilute the terrible pathos of their lives.

Through this voyage within the walls of pleasurable cells, the author learns that the G.B. road is an inexorable web... but only because the women trapped in it believe it to be so.