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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"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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"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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"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.
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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.