Confessions of a Spa Therapist

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Confessions of a Spa Therapist

Illustration: Mudit Ganguly

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ack home in Ziro, I never thought I’d make a living touching naked men. But that’s what I do, as a masseuse. I hide this fact from my friends and family who still live in a tiny corner of Arunachal Pradesh.

When I finished school, I wanted to become a teacher. But I couldn’t. Work opportunities in Arunachal are few. A friend, who saw how much I wanted to strike out on my own, told me one day, “Listen, there are a lot of businessmen who come from all over to Siliguri, looking for relaxation.”

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