I WRITE BECAUSE YOU EXIST, PRECIOUS!

Jewelled in all red and pretended gold, I always have an image to hold.  Holding back all the tears, I know, I have a lot more to bear.  Bearing the pleasures of other people, My wailing is just a piece of sample.  Samplings of joy are what I collect, With the ones I can hardly connect.  Love, this is what they make, I was told. But I don't understand why am I not able to take it anymore.  Holding the instructions of my head, I am always asked for the legs to spread.  Spreading immense of pleasures, a work, I was told. No more do I sense any pain,  My madam assumes, I am bold. I practice taking part in sexual activities in exchange of capital. In the unknown world, people call it business.  Turning back to the pages of Indian history, the earlier adaptations of us were called as 'devadasi' who considered the Gods as their husbands and therefore contributed their entire lives for the devotion of the same. Later, they were called the 'nagarvadhu' or...

It is somewhere dark where I am locked. People outside are still giggling because I was mocked. I was mocked of crying, With abortive measures of trying. Trying to escape from the world so flashy, Because everything around is too messy. It is not somewhere I was supposed to be dropped, Where my body is being delightfully craved but the soul in it is cropped. I am draped with all red and pretended gold, Which the decent world calls bold. The indecent world forced my toe with ornamental anklet bells which I could barely hold, And then I realised that I could be bargained and sold. It was 2012 and I was about to be twelve by the next month, the time when the adrenaline rush reaches at its peak, the time when completing the history syllabus was more important than life goals.  It was almost quarter past eleven in the morning when I was hurrying excitedly for the tuitions. Excited because for the first time I was authorised to go alone since mom was busy with some household work. She ha...

It was a sunny afternoon when Ramesh chacha was half drunk, frustrated and busy playing casino with his fellow mates. As he was dropping to failure with time, he couldn’t afford much for the upcoming trials. Being frustrated as he was leaving, one of his mates suddenly poked him and said, "My dear friend, I can't see you losing like this, enough of all these games. These things are not at all a good way of earning money. Go home and call me as I have something to tell you. Now leave, your daughter must be waiting for you." It was almost evening when a thirteen year aged girl named Naina was excited about her new upcoming classes. She was eagerly preparing for the new subjects that were going to be taught. Suddenly Ramesh chacha arrives, addressing her daughter Naina he says, “I have a surprise for my little daughter today." His daughter who was overwhelmed with joy asked him excitedly, “Surprise! What surprise? Are we going to the fair today ?" Her father replie...