This is Ambika.
She and her daughter, Priya, worked as temple prostitutes in service to the goddess Chengamma. That is until customers brutally murdered Priya. Ambika was consumed with grief and wracked with guilt. She should never have let her daughter entertain those men—but what choice did she have? After all, she was required to sacrifice her firstborn to the goddess or suffer Chengamma’s wrath. She never imagined it would cost Priya her life.
Pain and loneliness suffocated Ambika, and the depression that crept in wouldn’t give room for peace or comfort as she cried into the late hours of the night. She couldn’t rid herself of the images of her daughter’s death, nor could she sleep them away. There was no one to turn to, and no end to her pain.