But climb up a dark, narrow staircase, wet with monsoon rain, and you step into a completely different world. Children here squat on the mat and are busy painting landscapes, their colours joyful and abundant. Art college students and teachers are at hand to guide them. Soon the class is over and the dance teacher takes over—the girls of the group break into an impromptu dance number the moment the teacher switches on Tagore’s Tasher Desh on the record player. The boys, in the meantime, are busy practicing their mime numbers. Welcome to a happier world amidst filth and guilt—all these are children of sex workers in the area.