As the city lights shine brightly in the evening, creating a splatter of busyness in the capital, the Red-lights supposedly dance to the tunes of the rich and the tired, sad expressions of the workers hide behind the glamour of the overdone-makeup. My name is Arham, by the way.
Read to find a poignant story that deals with the life of an orphan who is best friends with a transgender sex worker and how everything in reality, is An Overdone Makeup.
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The Blue Facade 