FOR most of Sabita Devis life, her world was very small. When she wasnt toiling on the familys tiny farm, trying to eke out a meagre income, she rarely had opportunities to leave the four mud walls of her low-ceiling house in Sundari, a rural village in northeastern India. Even in her own community, hardly anyone knew her name. When I met Sabita last month during a visit to Sundari, she told me that she used to ask herself: œWho is Sabita?
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