Sunday, September 02, 2012

Strangers in the Night!

 Disclaimer - Strictly Fiction!!

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 31; the thirty-first edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is 'Strangers in the Night'

I looked up at the night sky which showed a stunning display of Orange and   Red colours. The birds were cheerfully warbling as I saw my wrist watch. It was 8 PM and I was in  Kolkata, a popular city in India known for his culture and traditions. I was here for a Literature festival, an event organized for several art lovers. I was felicitated by the 'Literature Society of India' for my book -'Born & brought up in a brothel'. That was a fictional encounter of a sex worker who gave birth to a beautiful girl. The girl grew up and continued to do what her mother did. When a mother gives birth to a baby, she has lots of dreams about her baby. Even this mother had dreams. She wanted her daughter to live far away from the sight of the whorehouse where she served men who visited her place to seek pleasure, worldly pleasure which gave them extreme happiness. It was an award winning book which made me popular.
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The watch displayed 8.15 as I walked through the eerie dark roads of Kolkata. I was heading for Sonagachi, the prostitute clogged red light district of Kolkata. Sonagachi, a place known for many wrong reasons is said to shelter over 10,000 men and women. As I tread through the red light district, I observed multi storied buildings where women glanced out from their balconies. As I defiantly walked, I observed many babu's and women inviting me. I observed a dapper man conversing with a sex worker. I came across many young jaunty college students who were dawdling around doing nothing. I could see many semi clad girls usually in their early 20's standing outside their apartments luring their customers. As I am aimlessly wandered around the red light district of North-Kolkata, someone tapped my back from behind. I looked behind to the sight of a fat stout woman in her late fifties.
"Babu, are you new to this place?" she said exhibiting her tobacco-stained teeth.
'Yes, I am,"
"Where are you from Babu?" she said.
"Kanpur,” I cleared my throat and continued, "Don't address me as a Babu. It sounds to me like a Pimp”.

"As you say, Sir. Want to see the beautiful side of this dark place,” she sheepishly smiled at me.
"I want to explore this place and its beauty before I leave this city of Joy," I winked at her.
I was amazed at the way she impressed me. She was old, but she looked gorgeous. She had her beauty intact. I followed her to the apartment where she took me. The girls greeted her and smiled at her. "Namashkar Didi...," A few said as we walked. Few of those girls smiled at me as I followed her. She amiably chatted with me and was trying to befriend me. My intentions were clear enough the moment I stepped into the red light district. As I entered the apartment, I could see the faded paints on the walls. I could smell the dirty fragrance of semen as I climbed up the stairs.
"Room num 223," The fat woman smiled at me.
"A pretty Bengali damsel waiting for you...trust me you would love her...," she added.
"Thanks ....by the way what’s your name?" I asked the woman.
“Paloumi Dash," she said and left. I headed for room number 223. I never paid for sex before. Sex is something which gives bread and butter to these girls. Over thousands of men visit this place everyday to fulfill their desire. Life is like a jigsaw puzzle. Strange things keep happening around and we just can't find ways to get rid of it. It is a vicious circle. I knocked the door. 
A gorgeous girl with a slender body, wearing a saree opened the door. "Namashkar Babu," She greeted me and invited me in. I looked around as men entered the other room. I entered the room and sat on the bed. It was a tiny little room with a double bed. She closed the door and sat next to me. She was wearing a maroon color saree.
She unhooked her blouse as I helplessly observed her.
“Please do it slowly as it will hurt me, OK?" She smiled at me as she completely undressed. I witnessed innocence as she spoke.
"What is your name?" I asked her.
"Anamika," she smiled at me. 
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As she sat next to me, I admired her beauty and at the same time I cursed her plight. She was tall and slim with a perfect body. Her hair was neatly braided with a middle partition. She had a round face with a milky smooth skin. Her eyes so mysterious and deep, that one could actually be lost in the bright daylight. Those thick lashes hid the eternal universe behind. Her lips as red as the blood of the martyrs. The arched brows could attack and wound hearts. Her nose was tiny but looked cute. I looked at her rosy cheeks and the dark mole beneath her lips which adorned her beauty. The mole, black in color made her look more beautiful and appealing adding to her radiant smile. I seemed to have been lost at the sight of her moles which looked magnificent. It aroused a new interest in me. Her innocence paced up my heart beats. I witnessed her full large breasts, round and full of energy. She lay completely naked facing me. I looked straight into her eyes which   attracted me and that spoke innocence. My heart could not accept her in this state. How could a beautiful woman like her indulge in such activities? This perturbed me. She had a smiling face and she smiled at me.
"You know what...," she smiled once again. "What?" I asked.
"You are a handsome man and you are that pearl in the ocean which every girl would die for," she asserted.
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"Ahh..Thanks Anamika. Perhaps I take it as a compliment. Life is mysterious," I replied. I ran my fingers wildly through her nape and caressed her cheeks. She unbraided her hair and I could feel her charcoal dark hair as I went closer to her. We both looked at each other for a moment. My glance was interrupted as she came nearer to me. Our lips locked. I felt a sudden gush of blood in my veins as our lips touched. Her bare bosoms touched my chest as we passionately kissed each other for 10 minutes.
"You certainly know how to seduce a man," I laughed.
"Unfortunately...that’s what I have been doing all these days to different men. Doing something against my wish, dreams and destiny,” her smile disappeared for a moment. "Why? Why do you sound so low Anamika?" I questioned her.
"I am not destined to be here. I have dreams that won’t materialize," she replied.
"Dream and Destiny looks like two different things to me. I have been trying to chase my dreams, dreams which behold my destiny. That’s far away  which I could only dream of," I said.
"You are wrong. Dreams and destiny are not parallel roads. Destiny embodies our dreams. It’s just that we tend to demarcate them by our actions. But Alas, I got no rights to talk about dreams and destiny till I am in this filth,” she added.
"If only dreams come true, I would have been a very famous person in this country. I feel like a bird whose wings are cropped which prevents me to fly high. My heart is heavy, filled with melancholy,” she continued.

Each and every word she spoke, she touched my heart to some extent. I looked at her beautiful eyes every time she uttered a word. Her eyes turned moist and filled with tears. A teardrop rolled down her cheeks and she started sobbing.
"I am a garbage bin where men come to dump their tensions and sorrows and seek pleasure in return," she cried. 
"You might feel good for you have told me everything that bothers you. Tell me,"  I said.
"Tell you what....," she said as she covered her bare body with the blanket.
"Tell me something interesting about you which will amuse me," I smiled at her.
"Boring that I am. I don’t know what to tell you which will amuse you. You puzzle me and for a moment I think of myself as an enigma. I do not have anything to tell about me. People find my body interesting for which they pay to fulfill their desire." 
"I asked something interesting about you I guess," I said looking at her eyes.
"There is nothing interesting about me yet for those who want to know me; my entire being has universes to be discovered. There are mysteries in my heart, wound and pleasures. There are dreams in my eyes, desires and curiosity. Know my soul - passion and love lies in divinity. Know my soul and you will know me," she continued.
There was complete silence for a moment. She seemed to me like an intelligent girl. Her replies amazed me.  
"How did you land in this place?" I asked her.
"If only I were an insane woman, I'd loved to be here. Sadly, I was born and brought up in this filth. My mother was caught in this mysterious world of sex when she was young. Paolomi didi met her and gave her shelter. Many men knocked her door to quench their thirst. Mother pleased them and she became pregnant. I was born. I fail to know my existence for my mother slept with many men and for me she was mother and father,"  
My eyes remained glued to hers as she narrated her story. She got up in a jiffy and hastily got dressed up. She wore her blouse and draped her maroon colored saree. She neatly combed her hair and wore her ornaments.
"I don't regret coming here. Had I not come, I would have failed to discover a storm within you. Your eyes enclose the mysteries that hurt me. It hurts to see a beautiful flower in a puddle of mud. You don't deserve to be in this dirt," I said with a straight face.
"Thanks for your kind words. It doesn't hurt me now. I am used to this life. You haven't done anything for the money you have spent on me," she smiled. I smiled back at her when she said that.  
"I am leaving now and I leave with the hope that I will meet you very soon. Thanks for the night Anamika," I said.
taken from Google Search
She smiled and said, "The feeling is mutual. I too hope that we meet soon."

 She bid me goodbye as I left. As I left, I looked at her waving bye for me. It was then I realized that my heart will never be the same for I discovered her plight after talking to her. I could feel an urge to take her with me but I wanted to prove her wrong that destiny and dreams are not parallel roads. I left my heart with her but I was happy that I met the girl who was born and brought up in a brothel.
My intentions were different when I stepped inside the tiny room and as I left I realized that I had met a wonderful person. We both were strangers in the night but we turned out to be good friends as I left the room. My book was not a fictional encounter of a sex worker who gave birth to a beautiful girl, who grew up to be a prostitute. There are many such Anamika's in this country who are caught in this mysterious web of sex world, but we can never realize the pain in their heart. My book - 'Born & brought up in a brothel' actually was the story of a beautiful girl called Anamika, whom I met in a brothel in Sonagachi, Kolkata.

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67 comments:

  1. Anamika.. A Pearl found at the wrong place.. I loved the way you wrote the story.. The pictures were apt to the story.. Totally, I liked the story..

    Could you please update the Blogger Name and XX in your ending code. Thanks! Keep writing Ste.. Best of luck..

    Someone is Special

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    1. I have made the changes Saravanan:) . Thank you

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  2. I wanted more of this story..wish it was longer that it is. Great work Ste!

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  3. Everything about the story was magical. Anamika..a perfect name for her. If I am not wrong it means a lady having no name and that is exactly what she is...a person who doesn't know her identity, her father and have no idea about where the road would take her. You have beautifully described her plight and the sorrow of staying at such place. Millions of girls everyday have to go through this against there will and that makes my heart cry. I wish someday someone will unlock their cages and let them fly.

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    1. its the same in every country and there are lots of girls who want to get rid from this prison!

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  4. ...if only we were aware of our destiny

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  5. I loved the conversation between the two about desires, dreams and destiny. they r the most mysterious and difficult to unfold. the narration and flow was good as always. And indeed, it is ironical how total strangers could unveil the darkness hidden with our souls.


    sarah

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    1. Well said Sarah. I tell you that those three D's are the most mysterious in this world. Thank you.

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    1. Ok..just finished reading it. Good story..you have a knack. here's few humble suggestions from Dee Dee-

      Pics used could be different with a feel of sonagachi girls. Not sure how they looks but certainly not polished

      Somewhere I felt the drift from the objective of the story to its finishing line. Could have been crispier, and somewhat crispier :)

      Well written...fluid and well thought. Best wishes :)

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    2. Thanks...yes you can talk about that drift...that perhaps starts from the dicussion of destiny and dreams right?

      If I had to use Sonagachi girls pix then probably I would have to rethink abt the girl. I wanted to show her as a lotus in puddle,beauty in dirt...that theme wouldnt have been justified...

      Thanks dd for the kind words. :)

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  7. Very well written. The whole thought process and events in words was put remarkably. Few editing needs to be done though here and there for grammatical corrections.

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    1. Yes I know that.I generally do not re-read my posts once I pen it.Any ways thanks Reeshita :)

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  8. A very sad truth about an age-old profession that has fed many and taken away from many. ATB for BAT!

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  9. A smooth narrative. You have managed the flow very well.

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  10. Hello Stephen,

    Great story. Interesting narrative. Touching one indeed.

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  11. I wanted more of this story..wish it was longer that it is. Great work Ste!.

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    1. I wanted to make it clear that the writers fiction was actually a real life story and hence I believed that there was no point in increasing the length and plot of the story. It would spoil the flow

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  12. Now, being a kolkata babu myself I am aware of the plight so well threaded. I am really impressed by the dare involved in penning them. Kudos dude.

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    1. Thanks. I generally prefer writing such sensitve and sensual topics. I am never bothered about others and I write what I feel like :)

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  13. I liked the entire 'Fiction imitates Real Life' concept. Strong plot, detailed characterization and a smooth narrative are other key take-aways from this post. Great work. ATB.

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  14. heartfelt and beautiful .... i loved the narration and th way you have so beautifully described the relation they shared. ATB for BAT

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    1. Thanks so much Menachery for the kind words.

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  15. um...I did not understand many things as I am only 10 but it was good story though :)

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    1. You are only 10...then I should have added another disclaimer too that inappropriate for people below 13 :D Mybad....I hope you liked it

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  16. Absolutely brilliant... a truly rivetting read :)

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  17. it was a great read :)

    if you have time do visit Strangers in the night...

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    1. Thanks Richa. I will surely read your entry too

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  18. Nice one :) A good read. Dreams and destiny are definitely not parallel roads :)

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    1. Well , to most there are parallel roads and to others they are not. Its a mystery Rajkiran :) Thanks for the comments

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  19. a very strong and thought provoking write...ATB for BAT :)
    i could not participate...but do drop by my post
    Karan - Strangers in the Night

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    1. thank you Karan..I am glad that you think so :)

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    2. hey the above link is broken...here's the proper link
      i could not participate...but u can see my post here
      Karan - Strangers in the Night

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  20. //"Dream and Destiny looks like two different things to me. I have been trying to chase my dreams, dreams which behold my destiny. That’s far away which I could only dream of," I said.//

    Her dialogue and your pine to prove her wrong - wow, words fail me. I just love the write!

    Do stop by my blog! Kappu

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    1. thanks kappu...a lot has been said about these 3 D's but its difficult to write abt it...thanks...

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  21. the conversation on the dreams and destiny was thought provoking!
    great read!
    all the best! :)

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  22. Fantastic ... I can imagine how the book is ... looking forwards to read it ...

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    1. thanks bro...even i am looking forward to read ;)

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  23. the story was captivating..smooth flow ..on the whole makes it a wonderful read...



    if you have time do visit
    http://odizzey.wordpress.com/2012/09/02/strangers-in-the-night-blog-a-ton/

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    1. thank you odyzz....i would love to read your post as well

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  24. Fantastic Story... Anamika was awesome :D

    http://agalincity.blogspot.com/2012/09/city-girl-in-europe.html

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  25. For some reason it made me sad..reading this story...sad & sorry for all those Anamika's out there..I shudder to imagine what a life that is...where one has to sleep with strangers & numb oneself, every night.
    Wonderful story...

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    1. Thanks ...it made me sad too :) thanks for the comments

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  26. Interesting read, amzing flow of the words.. Nicely presented.

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  27. What a poignant story, it was.

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  28. Nice work Ste. For me, the story was very smooth till the time they started talking.

    I thought Anamika was more forthcoming about her issues than a person in her position would normally be. But that's a personal take.

    Also, I did not like the way they spoke about the place as a 'dustbin' and 'dirt'. Because, there would have been much more illfated women in that dirt than Anamika...

    Ha :) You're my friend and I can tell you what I liked and disliked.. On an overall level, it was a smooth read. I think I am reading something from you for the very first time buddy.

    Hope everything's well for you.

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    1. As you know, I am open for criticism ;)

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  29. It's a simple narrative. I liked the fact that it's speaking off the journey of the writer himself.

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  30. It was an engaging read and the flow was very good. Good Narration too :)

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  31. That is so true, so many helpless girls are forced just because they cannot come out of the web! This piece makes you think!

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  32. Did you visit the place again?

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  33. Sad story of many out there! There is a movie too around the same theme - Born into Brothels!

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