Continued from here
The girl stared at me, her eyes still expressionless but even the bold eye makeup could not hide all the years of torture she had undergone. Saurav asked the girl if she was comfortable sitting here for an hour or so, the girl just nodded her head and said I am ok with any place. I could sense some discomfort in Vinay’s eyes as he looked at the girl. Saurav bought some blankets from downstairs to help us keep warm from the freezing cold breeze. And then he asked us if any of us were hungry to which we all nodded a NO.
The girl sat next to me and then Saurav started in Hindi, “Let me make my intentions clear, As I told you guys earlier I want to make a documentary on ‘Prostitution In India’ for my Youtube channel and therefore I bought her here to talk to her and get more understanding about these things. Being born in big cities we all live a luxury life never aware of the harsh realities happening around us. When I was in my final year graduation I had a friend, he was from a village in Bihar. In one of the open mic story sessions he told an incident which happened to a girl in his village. Only then the harsh reality of Sex slavery in India dawned upon me, you just even cannot imagine the pain of those thousands of unfortunate girls who are forced to enter this trade. Then I decided I want to research more on this, write a research paper, make a documentary and let people around know these harsh realities. We all are so busily held up in our rat races to make our lives comfortable that we don’t even understand that the person next to us is suffering. Yes we all have become so selfish, we have lost our humanity”.
Saurav was unstoppable, he was trying to put out his frustration. He became emotional. Yes he is absolutely right, we are so busy in minting money that we all have lost our human senses and sometimes unaware of the things around us. I told Saurav, “I am really unaware of the Sex Slavery trade happening at this scale, when it comes to social issues we just talk about caste system, Poverty, Illiteracy, Dowry and Child labour. We do not hear much about honor killing, female feticide, Sex slavery, child abuse, etc. I am here with you today to support what you are doing” He gave a smile and said Thank you, we looked at Vinay, he said “I am also here to support you”
Infact Saurav had written few articles on this topic already and those were published in some popular newspapers and websites. The jolly going guy I met yesterday had another face too, I had never even thought that Saurav would be doing something of this high intensity. We had thought that he is like a regular corporate guy working to make money and travels during weekends for his passion and that’s all. We judge people so easily, there is always another side to them I thought to myself. I was very proud of Saurav at this moment. I made a mental note in my mind that I will also write this incident one day.
Saurav continued, “Now that all four of us are comfortable and know why we are here doing this, we will talk”. He looked at the girl and asked her name, to which she replied that her current name was “Raani”. All this while she was very quiet just listening to our conversation, now she started to open up, I could sense that her eyes becoming moist.
Saurav said, “Raani if you are comfortable enough You can share with us how you ended up here in this place, I will be writing this, so tell everything which you want people to read and get aware of”. She said, I had met a lady last year to whom I had narrated my story, she said she will write a book about it.” She continued, “I was born in a small village near Ananthpur into a very poor family, my father never wanted a girl child and he was very abusive and used to beat us every day, snatch money from my mother and drink all the time. My mother used to work as a maid in one of the well-off families of our village, I use to go there with my mother.
Madam was kind enough to teach me English, I learnt a bit of English and used to do small little works and take care of madam’s child Manasa. Everytime I see Manasa I used to feel she was very lucky to have such a loving parents, her father used to drop her to school and get her chocolate every single day and play with her in the evenings. Fathers are considered to be their kid’s super hero right? But in my case it never happened, my father used to beat me up every single day. Sometimes he used to burn me with the beedis and beat me with bottles.
I was 13 years old then, One day as usual my father was beating me up and out of the blue a man walked in and started pushing my father to protect me. After some five minutes my father walked out. This man was Prakash, our neighbor’s relative. Every day from then he used to fight with my father for me and my mother, he used to be very nice to us. He used to say I am like your brother, I will help you with your future. I always wanted to be a singer, he had said he will help me achieve my dream. Once he asked me to go for a movie with him, I agreed and went without telling my mother. After the movie he gave me something to drink. When I woke up I was inside what felt like a truck. My eyes, hands, and feet tied, my mouth gagged. I remember bumping against the cold hard walls of a moving vehicle.
Yes I was tricked and kidnapped. Next when I got consciousness I was inside a dark room and I started screaming out for help. Two women came inside and beat me up and asked me to shut up. I was not given food for two days and the next day they both cleaned me and fed me food, they gave some nice clothes for me to wear. Next I was standing with ten other young girls all dressed up in nice shimmery clothes and make up. A huge man walked to up to us followed by two other men who were folding hands behind him. This huge man chose six girls from the line and I was one of them. He said something to those two ladies and he left. We six girls were taken to a bigger house, there was another huge man whom we all called master. We were trained to dress up, put on makeup, and dance. We were beaten up and denied of food if we opposed him. I was even trained to provide a number of services that my master made me practice with him, on him.
Every evening we used to dance in front of men in formal shirts and pants. And one day blood started coming from between my legs, then they told me I was a big woman now and I was shifted to another big house with a new madam and rock faced goons around. That evening I saw a girl being murdered in front of my eyes for repeatedly refusing to sleep with men. All the other girls were shown her dead body and were blackmailed to be killed if we did not obey the orders.
I was kept with another girl of my same age, we both tried escaping the next day and were beaten up with iron rods. Two days later, one lady helped me wear make-up and I was sent to a big bungalow. I was very scared when I saw three men in suit walk up to me with raging eyes. They forced themselves upon me. My Virginity was sold to these rich men. I was tortured, beaten up, burnt with cigarettes and was brutally raped for the next three days by these three respectable men of the society. I was then sent back, three days of torture needed a week of medical help. After which for two years every day I used to cry out of anguish, I underwent two abortions in those two years.
Hundreds of dark nights passed, in the dead of those nights my body was shredded into pieces by thousands of men but no one touched my soul. I had become like a robot. I dint feel anything, my scars were no more paining. I didn’t even have the will to stop or rebel. I was just taking orders. But Like all the abducted girls in the brothel I too had a fantasy that some fine day one man would come and would make love to my soul instead of my body. To my surprise that did happen. It was a rainy night and this guy entered my room. I asked him what he wanted to do for the night. He did not answer, he sat there staring at the wall.
I don’t know what connected us, he came back the next night as well. We spoke the whole night holding hands. He started coming every two days, I started falling for him. After a month we made love that night in the moon light. He taught me to dream, he taught me to live. While leaving in the morning he turned back and said, “You still have a whole life in front of you, waiting to be lived” and he went down on his knees and proposed. He said I will accept you as you are, we will go away from here and start a new life.
I was on cloud nine, it was a fantasy come true feeling. Little did I know that girls like me do not deserve a life.! I ran away with him after two days, he bought me to Jaipur, after two days he left me at his friend’s place and he never returned. I was cheated again. I was sold to a brothel again. I cried for days, waiting for him to come one day.!
She started crying at this point. I hugged her, tears rolled down my eyes. She was sobbing like a little kid. I could sense her pain, I felt so much shameful for not being able to reduce her pain. I gave her some water. She composed herself a bit and said, Its been ages since I hugged a girl. We do not have friends, we cannot go outside the shackles of these brothels. I am now used to this routine of mine but I always crave for that freedom which is everyone’s right.!”
Saurav asked, “Raani I am ready to help you, we will go to the police station. We can release the other girls also with the help of police.” Raani laughed loudly and said, “The police here are worse than the goons, they take money from these brothels.” And Yes I have accepted this as my fate, I will not trust any other human in my life she said and walked away.!
Girls as young as seven are trafficked and forced into Sex slavery, they are beaten up, they are kept in cages, some die, and some let their dreams die. WE might have evolved into best animals on the earth, but WILD is still our NATURE..!!
The girl stared at me, her eyes still expressionless but even the bold eye makeup could not hide all the years of torture she had undergone. Saurav asked the girl if she was comfortable sitting here for an hour or so, the girl just nodded her head and said I am ok with any place. I could sense some discomfort in Vinay’s eyes as he looked at the girl. Saurav bought some blankets from downstairs to help us keep warm from the freezing cold breeze. And then he asked us if any of us were hungry to which we all nodded a NO.
The girl sat next to me and then Saurav started in Hindi, “Let me make my intentions clear, As I told you guys earlier I want to make a documentary on ‘Prostitution In India’ for my Youtube channel and therefore I bought her here to talk to her and get more understanding about these things. Being born in big cities we all live a luxury life never aware of the harsh realities happening around us. When I was in my final year graduation I had a friend, he was from a village in Bihar. In one of the open mic story sessions he told an incident which happened to a girl in his village. Only then the harsh reality of Sex slavery in India dawned upon me, you just even cannot imagine the pain of those thousands of unfortunate girls who are forced to enter this trade. Then I decided I want to research more on this, write a research paper, make a documentary and let people around know these harsh realities. We all are so busily held up in our rat races to make our lives comfortable that we don’t even understand that the person next to us is suffering. Yes we all have become so selfish, we have lost our humanity”.
Saurav was unstoppable, he was trying to put out his frustration. He became emotional. Yes he is absolutely right, we are so busy in minting money that we all have lost our human senses and sometimes unaware of the things around us. I told Saurav, “I am really unaware of the Sex Slavery trade happening at this scale, when it comes to social issues we just talk about caste system, Poverty, Illiteracy, Dowry and Child labour. We do not hear much about honor killing, female feticide, Sex slavery, child abuse, etc. I am here with you today to support what you are doing” He gave a smile and said Thank you, we looked at Vinay, he said “I am also here to support you”
Infact Saurav had written few articles on this topic already and those were published in some popular newspapers and websites. The jolly going guy I met yesterday had another face too, I had never even thought that Saurav would be doing something of this high intensity. We had thought that he is like a regular corporate guy working to make money and travels during weekends for his passion and that’s all. We judge people so easily, there is always another side to them I thought to myself. I was very proud of Saurav at this moment. I made a mental note in my mind that I will also write this incident one day.
Saurav continued, “Now that all four of us are comfortable and know why we are here doing this, we will talk”. He looked at the girl and asked her name, to which she replied that her current name was “Raani”. All this while she was very quiet just listening to our conversation, now she started to open up, I could sense that her eyes becoming moist.
Saurav said, “Raani if you are comfortable enough You can share with us how you ended up here in this place, I will be writing this, so tell everything which you want people to read and get aware of”. She said, I had met a lady last year to whom I had narrated my story, she said she will write a book about it.” She continued, “I was born in a small village near Ananthpur into a very poor family, my father never wanted a girl child and he was very abusive and used to beat us every day, snatch money from my mother and drink all the time. My mother used to work as a maid in one of the well-off families of our village, I use to go there with my mother.
Madam was kind enough to teach me English, I learnt a bit of English and used to do small little works and take care of madam’s child Manasa. Everytime I see Manasa I used to feel she was very lucky to have such a loving parents, her father used to drop her to school and get her chocolate every single day and play with her in the evenings. Fathers are considered to be their kid’s super hero right? But in my case it never happened, my father used to beat me up every single day. Sometimes he used to burn me with the beedis and beat me with bottles.
I was 13 years old then, One day as usual my father was beating me up and out of the blue a man walked in and started pushing my father to protect me. After some five minutes my father walked out. This man was Prakash, our neighbor’s relative. Every day from then he used to fight with my father for me and my mother, he used to be very nice to us. He used to say I am like your brother, I will help you with your future. I always wanted to be a singer, he had said he will help me achieve my dream. Once he asked me to go for a movie with him, I agreed and went without telling my mother. After the movie he gave me something to drink. When I woke up I was inside what felt like a truck. My eyes, hands, and feet tied, my mouth gagged. I remember bumping against the cold hard walls of a moving vehicle.
Yes I was tricked and kidnapped. Next when I got consciousness I was inside a dark room and I started screaming out for help. Two women came inside and beat me up and asked me to shut up. I was not given food for two days and the next day they both cleaned me and fed me food, they gave some nice clothes for me to wear. Next I was standing with ten other young girls all dressed up in nice shimmery clothes and make up. A huge man walked to up to us followed by two other men who were folding hands behind him. This huge man chose six girls from the line and I was one of them. He said something to those two ladies and he left. We six girls were taken to a bigger house, there was another huge man whom we all called master. We were trained to dress up, put on makeup, and dance. We were beaten up and denied of food if we opposed him. I was even trained to provide a number of services that my master made me practice with him, on him.
Every evening we used to dance in front of men in formal shirts and pants. And one day blood started coming from between my legs, then they told me I was a big woman now and I was shifted to another big house with a new madam and rock faced goons around. That evening I saw a girl being murdered in front of my eyes for repeatedly refusing to sleep with men. All the other girls were shown her dead body and were blackmailed to be killed if we did not obey the orders.
I was kept with another girl of my same age, we both tried escaping the next day and were beaten up with iron rods. Two days later, one lady helped me wear make-up and I was sent to a big bungalow. I was very scared when I saw three men in suit walk up to me with raging eyes. They forced themselves upon me. My Virginity was sold to these rich men. I was tortured, beaten up, burnt with cigarettes and was brutally raped for the next three days by these three respectable men of the society. I was then sent back, three days of torture needed a week of medical help. After which for two years every day I used to cry out of anguish, I underwent two abortions in those two years.
Hundreds of dark nights passed, in the dead of those nights my body was shredded into pieces by thousands of men but no one touched my soul. I had become like a robot. I dint feel anything, my scars were no more paining. I didn’t even have the will to stop or rebel. I was just taking orders. But Like all the abducted girls in the brothel I too had a fantasy that some fine day one man would come and would make love to my soul instead of my body. To my surprise that did happen. It was a rainy night and this guy entered my room. I asked him what he wanted to do for the night. He did not answer, he sat there staring at the wall.
I don’t know what connected us, he came back the next night as well. We spoke the whole night holding hands. He started coming every two days, I started falling for him. After a month we made love that night in the moon light. He taught me to dream, he taught me to live. While leaving in the morning he turned back and said, “You still have a whole life in front of you, waiting to be lived” and he went down on his knees and proposed. He said I will accept you as you are, we will go away from here and start a new life.
I was on cloud nine, it was a fantasy come true feeling. Little did I know that girls like me do not deserve a life.! I ran away with him after two days, he bought me to Jaipur, after two days he left me at his friend’s place and he never returned. I was cheated again. I was sold to a brothel again. I cried for days, waiting for him to come one day.!
She started crying at this point. I hugged her, tears rolled down my eyes. She was sobbing like a little kid. I could sense her pain, I felt so much shameful for not being able to reduce her pain. I gave her some water. She composed herself a bit and said, Its been ages since I hugged a girl. We do not have friends, we cannot go outside the shackles of these brothels. I am now used to this routine of mine but I always crave for that freedom which is everyone’s right.!”
Saurav asked, “Raani I am ready to help you, we will go to the police station. We can release the other girls also with the help of police.” Raani laughed loudly and said, “The police here are worse than the goons, they take money from these brothels.” And Yes I have accepted this as my fate, I will not trust any other human in my life she said and walked away.!
Girls as young as seven are trafficked and forced into Sex slavery, they are beaten up, they are kept in cages, some die, and some let their dreams die. WE might have evolved into best animals on the earth, but WILD is still our NATURE..!!
