Demise of the letter culture, Indian style
Saturday, December 29th, 2007Desperate women ended up in the chaotic, choked city of Mumbai, India. Most were from backwater, dirt-poor villages throughout the countryside, searching for a new life. More often than not, they had to resort to prostitution to survive. The remaining thread common to all was that they were, for the most part, illiterate. And when it came time for them to communicate to family and friends left behind in the villages, they turned to G.P. Sawant for his letter-writing services. He never charged them a penny for the work he did on their behalf.
The letters he would write relayed false assurances that the women had found legitimate work in the city, claiming positions like shopkeeper or an extra in the Bollywood film industry. Not daring to speak of the squalid living conditions, the beatings, the torture, the rapes, they would include money orders of rupees along with the handwritten letters drafted and completed by Sawant. The prostitutes called him “Brother” and tied a string around his wrist each year in Hindu tradition. Sometimes, suspicious parents or other family members would board a train and come to Mumai to investigate for themselves exactly how the wayward daughter, wife, girlfriend or mother was actually doing. Their trek would take them directly to Sawant’s stall just outside the post office since that was the site the women would use as return address on their letters written by Sawant. He would greet them kindly and patiently but never disclosed any information about the woman’s work or whereabouts. Such was Sawant’s code of honor: you make your living writing about a person’s lives, complete with knowledge of their secrets, you die with those secrets. But now, with the advent of the cell phone and texting, new technological opportunities transforming India, Sawant’s profession is quickly headed to the dustbin of history. (more…)