International Sex Worker's Day
Updated: Jul 2, 2020
|| On International Sex Workers' Day ||
At Pen:
..............Somewhere in India..............
She turned on the tap in the bathroom. Her kajal and lipstick started melting down by the water gushing out from the shower. She started crying and then gradually it became screaming and shouting. It was her first 'customer' in this 'profession'. The other girls had assured her it won't be that painful, but it was drastically painful for her. She started bleeding in the shower again. With tears and blood, she started thinking how it all happened. She didn't choose this 'profession', her destiny pulled her here. She remembered how that night, twelve years ago, her father came home drunk late at night. As usual, he started abusing and assaulting her mother. She was frightened but pretended to be asleep. And then a thud! She hurriedly woke up and saw her mother lying on the floor, blood gushing out of her head. And her father was standing with a blood stained wooden plank. It took a few seconds for the 6 year old girl to understand what had just happened. Before her father could do anything, she pushed him and fled from there. She started running and running and running until she couldn't run anymore. She was tired but she was in middle of a jungle by then. The next thing she could remember was just working in a small tea stall, then working in a go-down, then in a small factory. Then she remembered, one day a man came up to her and politely asked her name. She couldn't utter a single word as she had actually forgotten what her name was. The man smiled and said, "Okay, from today your name is Resham. Resham, let's go to our new house." And then she was brought here. She remembered how initially everyone loved and cared the 12 year old young girl. But as soon as she turned 18, everyone told her that she became a woman and is ready to work. She was excited to know what work.....only to be crying in the shower now. She was crying, howling and screaming in pain, in disgust and in sadness. She asked herself "Is this my new life? Is from now on my entire life will be locked in this four walls? Will she have 'new customers' everyday?" The answers will never be answered, or maybe she already knew the answers.
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