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One day when Pooja and her friend Sakshi were drinking together and both were getting drunk, Sakshi, while preparing her drinks, said to the other one smilingly, “My customer last night was a TB patient, he kept bothering me by groping me all night.” Both of us burst out laughing.
While laughing, Pooja said, “That poor guy was not capable of doing more than this. But my customer was a real guy. He broke my body in one night.”
Once again both of them burst out laughing. Picking up her drink, Pooja suddenly said, “By the way Sakshi, you are quite educated, then how did you get into this business?” The first one’s face suddenly became serious.
Sakshi emptied her glass and as if she was lost in the past, she said, “I was very fond of a boy from college. My parents and society tried to create a wall between us. So, with colourful dreams in my mind, I eloped with that boy and reached Bareilly. That was the beginning of my misfortune.”
Wait for a few moments, she prepared a new glass for herself and said, “Some days were spent in fun and frolic. But later, when the problems of livelihood started, that boy betrayed me. He sold me to a brothel by deceit.”
After emptying her glass, she took a deep breath and then continued, “Hungry, thirsty, helpless, how long could I keep fighting alone? In the end, I gave up and agreed to the demands of the brothel owners and in this way, I slowly became a complete prostitute.”
Preparing a new drink, she continued, “When the brothel owners had complete faith in me, one day I ran away and came to this Rudrapur city, telling my parents clearly, I called many times from here, but even after waiting for many days, when I did not get a reply from anyone, then I gave up and started doing this business again. The difference is that earlier where I used to earn for the brothel owners, now I earn for myself, I live in my own way, I live in my own way.”
She let out a long breath and started drinking her drink slowly. There was silence in the room. After some time, Sakshi broke the silence and asked, “And Pooja, tell me your story too – how did you come into this business?”
“My story is very similar to yours sister. I was from a small village in Nepal. I got married with the consent of my parents and came to Tanakpur city. My husband was a very bad type of drunkard. After drinking alcohol with his day’s earnings, when he came home in the evening, he used to enjoy treating me like an animal. I was enduring everything and living my life as if it was a punishment.”
Time kept passing. “By the time I became the mother of a child, his craving for drugs had crossed all limits. Now he started to remain drunk the whole day. He was not capable of doing any work. So he started to harass me for money every now and then. Defeated, I ran away to my mother’s house with my child.”
She stopped to take a breath, then while making a new drink, she said, “My father had passed away, my old mother was helpless, and my brother and sister-in-law’s behavior had also changed. “A few days later, when my husband came to take me, I had to go back to the same hell after being disappointed by my parents’ house. This time, after reaching the city, I started working as a laborer for the sake of my child.
But that night!
Suddenly she started panting, her face turned red. After finishing her glass in one breath, she said further – “That night another man came to my house along with my husband. Both of them sat together and started drinking. That man was repeatedly staring at me with lustful eyes. To avoid his gaze, I took my child with me and went to sleep early.”
“But as the night deepened, that man entered my room and started forcing himself on me. When I ran to call my husband screaming, he caught me like a pigeon and said – “Why are you wasting time? What will he do, he has made a deal with me, just for one night.'”
“After this I kept screaming, kept pleading before him and he kept forcing himself on me. “Outside, my useless husband lay unconscious, I don’t know whether intentionally or due to intoxication. While making a new drink, he further said – “It was after that day that I entered this hot meat market.”
” He took a deep breath and said – ” And what’s more, those who give long speeches on social reform and prostitution rescue during the day, they also come to this hot meat market at night to tarnish their image, do brokerage, and when they get a chance, they use young and helpless girls themselves and throw them in this market!
Well –
She further said – “Whatever I earn from this business, I spend it or save it for my child’s future. I have got my child admitted in a hostel of a good school. Now I am carefree and free. There is only one worry – will the child tolerate this form of me when he grows up or not?
She emptied her glass in one breath and became silent.
Sakshi to Pooja – “If you have a worry, you have a child to call your own, but I have nothing but worries, but no one to call mine.” Sakshi also became silent with a sigh. She started preparing a new glass.
The atmosphere of the room suddenly became heavy. Both picked up their glasses and started drinking it in one gulp, as if they were drinking the poison of their misfortune. Both were silent, so silent that even the ticking of the clock could be heard.
