They were born in regular houses, and homes, and into regular poverty affected situations.
Their lives were guided by the same conditions as of others, a little education, and a lot of housework in preparation of marriage.
Then they were sent off from their homes, some in bridal wear, others with the mission to work and survive, to provide for those left behind.
The pheriwala (salesman) who promise them jobs, as domestic help, or in factories, took them to the market place where they were to be sold for a sum, the sale that was to determine the rest of their lives.
In garish dark lanes, in the red light areas of Kolkata, Mumbai and Delhi.
They become commodities of sale in a market that was ready to purchase them, to serve every man's whim and fancy over their organs, none that was not for sale.
Every part of it had a price .
Almost the way coconut would be used in Kerela, or paddy in Bengal.
Every orifice serves someone's fancy.
Before long, they forget that their hands have any other use than stripping, that their breasts are of any other than to bear the wrenching of the men.
That their vaginas can choose not to be invaded during periods.
That their nails serve to protect their tender finger tips.
That they can adorn themselves for themselves and not necessarily to attract buyers.
Such is prostitution.
........ doing research on sanlaap and indrani sinha.....
wat the hell......
went shopping wit ang kin pow(hahahahhaha) queensway to buy red FBT shorts and then anchorpoint... then orchad wisma atria for shoes :) finally bought the things i wanna buy long time ago :) cuz mum sponsering hahahhaha
bought a bag, slippers
the onli tings i wan now is a wallet, a water bottle, tee-shirts and a new pencil case!!! :):) xppp
gtg soon........................
have to go bishan tomorrow and then there's council talk at lt3 at 430 tomorrow:) i am invited!!!!
