A short story tht cropped in my ever imagining
mind after watching a recent something on TV about PROSTITUTION(((ofcourse its
short as per my standards only)))
FROM DISGUST TO DESTINY...
And she lied lifeless....it was 4th of the night
or was it 5th...her brain had stopped registering the count many months ago.She
knew of only one routine...to be used as an equipment in night..to feel like
filth in d morning. Will this one too throw money on her naked breasts and
smirk the satisfied sarcastic smile or will this one not even found her worthy
of even sarcasm and laugh at her for being a shitty waste and claim that his
money was wasted.Whatsoever be the result of every encounter, none of them
could make her feel anymore disgusted at her being .She has reached her
limit.She once a brilliant student is now a worthless prostitute.
She is now losing the memory of the day she was
engulfed by this horrendous devil industry of
prostitution ..formed of naked bodies and wealthy sadistic monsters.She
feels as soulless as a womb aborted by force for carrying a female sex.She
feels as dirty as a human scavenger who collects shit of others.
Suddenly there is a loud chaos outside her
cubicle of sexual duties.Someone force opens the door and her latest client is
thrown out.And there is HIM...the shadow of a man who picks up the rag tht
forms a part of her clothing and covers her up.
""Cover urself up fast and get
out"".She did as asked to , bcoz by now her brain has been trained to
follow orders with no voice of its own.The shadow becomes a male figure outside
the room and holds her by wrist.After what feels like centuries , she
feels a humane touch and not the touch
of lust.She gets shocked by the now unknown territory of being cared for as a
human and tries to shudder away from him. Her resistance is met by his
insistence as he tries to move her out of her HOME OF DISGUST. In this war of
persistence..their eyes met. She feels like a girl after so long.She
immediately lowers her eyelashes and rebukes her inner being to even think of
having a rare shred of sanity n shame left.
The touch on the wrist converts from hold of
insistence to that of gentleness as he stows her away and she is freed away
from her life of unimaginable shame .
----
She is behind the bars for three days now. A
doctor has performed a check on her body . The inquisitive lady even tried to
check her for a soul or a heart or a mind but her attempts failed . BUT
STILL..Her body likes it here. No one asks it here to perform at night. It is
fed ,even if heinous meals...it is atleast properly clothed here. It feels like being a HER here.
-----
The gentle eyes have made her a visit today and
are right now examining her as if trying to recognize. Is he trying to search a
soul in her or his search limited to her now forgotten voice only.
Suddenly he speaks, "" Are u SHRADHHA
DAS??""
The name does rings a bell to her mind.WAS SHE??
His probing eyes do demand some kind of answer
but she have lost her voice to her screams many months ago.
The caring man speaks in a tender voice " u
can always reply thru a shake of head as yes or no".
She looks at him utterly confused.First, she
doesnt remembers her name and second, how can someone speak so politely to
her.She finds it shameful . SHE WHO DISGUSTS EVEN HERSELF ,FINDS CARE AS A
MOCKERY FAR DISGRACEFUL THAN HER ALL PREVIOUS RAPES EVERY NIGHT.
He shakes his head in exasperation..again holds
her by wrist and starts walking outside the bars and into his jeep.
She again does nothing and let herself be moved
along like a lifeless puppet.
-----
They r standing outside a house. It feels so
much familiar and the garden smells so nice. The aroma of freshly made food is
attacking her nostrils.She closes her eyes and tries to absorb all the heavenly
smells.She feels alive here....she feels like knowing this place in her past
life...IS IT HOME??
Suddenly the door opens and an elderly man is
standing there.Her eyes do the crime of looking and it all flashes back ...yup
SHE IS HOME...YEAHH SHE IS SHRADHHA....named as a worshipping omen to
almighty...AND YESSSS THAT IS HER FATHER.
Her vocals suddenly found a life and she
yelps..."Papa..."
Even the man with the gentle eyes is shocked at
her reaction but then he smiles. Her eyes smile back after too long a life of
soulless existence but then her eyes roam back to her father and her soul is
again snatched away.
She finds the eyes of her father going through
various emotions... sadness, pain, shock and DISGUST .His creator is looking at
her in the most ashamed way. She suddenly finds herself hiding behind her
protector..the only man with eyes full of warmth for her than shame.
"Sir, I have brought ur daughter
home"..the caring man speaks.
"I have no daughter.GO AWAY".
-----
They are driving back. She feels like a mechanical
instrument who experienced being injected with life for few moments but now
again being slammed back to its technical self of mere existence. She wants to
go back behind her bars.Her body atleast likes it there.
The jeep screeches to a halt.She is again held
by the gentlest touch and moved out of the jeep into a house.
But this time..its yet another home.She wants to
run away.She doesnt wants to meet people who live here..doesnt wants to again
experience the similar eyes full of disgust for her as her father.
She thinks of once again using her vocal chords
to voice out her thoughts but then her protector speaks
"Shraddha,,this is my home. I live here
with an aunt from my village who takes care of the house.She is like a mother
to me.You will live here with us. You dont need to feel scared here.You are in
safe hands".
On listening to his last words..Her eyes
immediately looked at her hands cocooned warmly in his. She felt his sudden
awkwardness and her hands were released...but yet again..she never found his
touch hideous and dirty as compared to all the other touches she has been
receiving.
Her eyes smile at his sudden flustering and he
smiles back .
""Okay"" she softly replies
and lowers her eyelashes.
---
She likes it here. It may not be her home but it
feels no less than one.She now knows that her protector is a man who means his
words.She feels safe here. She even knows his name now.."Rajbir
Shekhawat" and just thinking about him makes her heart tingle.
YUP..She has again started feeling her
heart.Rajbir's aunt takes care of her as if she is a porcelain doll who would
break if not given proper love and care.Here..she is free from eyes full of
disgust.
And the most strangest thing according to her
has happened after coming to this house is that..she has gained her voice back.
She loves her chats with aunt as much as she waits for those few monosyllables
exchanged with her benefactor in evening.
She feels this never felt before shyness in his
vicinity. Her man of gentle eyes is also a man of few words but then she has
watched him discreetly many a times ..when he is interacting with his aunt and
his demeanour totally changes.They laugh n chat together and sometimes she
feels disappointed to not have the courage to share same easy going camaraderie
with him.
---
It has been months now since her stay in his
house.She and him have started talking in easy ways now. Now, she no more
experiences those horrendous nightmares of her past life at night.She feels
like they are friends now.He has persuaded her into joining her college back
again from next session.Although, she still has apprehensions about those
prying eyes n dreaded looks towards her by people when she goes out but somehow
she has adapted this truth of her past to be a part of her future realities .
She no longer gets affected by the disgust in peoples' eyes.Maybe bcoz his
silent support n encouraging words have given her confidence to respect herself
once again.
---
From last few days, he is behaving very awkward
in her company..as if he wants to say something but couldnt get himself to say
it.Is this what she is thinking?? Does he experiences it too?? IS THIS LOVE ??
Can she too start dreaming again?? Maybe she can
too be lucky enough to have a normal life....maybe she is not as unworthy as
she believed herself to be.Will she be able to live upto his expectations????
So many questions keep jumbling in her mind but then he gives her one soft look
and she forgets them all.No these eyes are not those lustful eyes of filthy
propositions..these are EYES OF LOVE.
----
Today will be one year since her stay at his
house.He has decided to celebrate this day as her birthday...birth of her new
life.She is feeling so awkward with all this attention but at the same time she
is so excited inside. In the evening, he brings a cake and also invites few of
his friends from work at home.No..these eyes no longer remember her days of prostitution...these
all are treating her as a fellow human again.And then all of a sudden when she
has cut the cake and hall is bumming with voices of wishes and claps of
happiness for her...he shares an instantaneous understanding look with his
aunt and boldly holds her hands and says
""WILL U MARRY
ME..SHRADHHA???""
Her shock knows no bounds.
Her happiness wants to soar high.
Her once filthy body today feels like a
princess.
Her once shredded heart wants to sing aloud.
THE DISGUSTED PROSTITUTE OF PAST
HAS FOUND HER DESTINY WITH A PROMISE OF FUTURE
FULL OF RESPECT AND LOVE.
SHE ""THE LADY"" IS LUCKY AMONG ALL THOSE CROWDS OF UNLUCKY
ONES TO HAVE FINALLY GOT HER FREEDOM .
This freedom is not because someone has raised
above norms of society to accept her hands in marriage...this freedom is of
being respected once again as an equal human being.
She shyly smiles in acceptance and there is no
looking back.
P.S.
Just saw something on tv abt the lives of these ladies which moved me to
tears and I was somehow questioning myself..this can happen to anyone...we all
live the protected lives but are we ever far away of this danger..if someday I
meet such unlucky soul then forbidding the practicalities of the world..will I
have the courage to fight for her?? Will I be human enough to treat her as
equal human? WILL I HAVE THE GUTS TO BE RAJBIR SHEKHAWAT?
Just think.
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