Shattered Dreams : A Prostitute’s Life 

Author : Yashika Kaushik

THE STORY OF A PROSTITUE’S LIFE.

“WHEN PEOPLE TELL Her THAT WOMEN CHOOSE THIS LIFE, She couldn’t HELP BUT LAUGH. DO THEY KNOW HOW MANY WOMEN LIKE her HAVE TRIED TO ESCAPE, BUT HAVE BEEN BEATEN BLACK AND BLUE WHEN THEY ARE CAUGHT? TO THE MEN WHO BUY them, They ARE LIKE MEAT. TO EVERYBODY ELSE IN SOCIETY, they SIMPLY DO NOT EXIST.”

She was born in a small village in Bangladesh. Her mother was a housewife and her father was a simple farmer. All of her eight brothers and sisters went to school. Growing up she listened to the songs and in her village she was known for her golden voice. But when she met the man she wanted to marry, her songs changed to her love for him. He was twice her age. They used to sit together for hours as he told me tales of his far-away travels to big cities He impressed her a lot. He promised her that he would make her a famous singer. She was married when she was just 13. Families have no incentive to keep their daughters in school. The older a girl gets, the more her family will have to pay for her dowry.

She was too scared to cross the border of her village and enter Kolkata. She had never even stepped out of her village. That night she saw many girls in short skirts and red lipsticks standing in a line. These girls were guided by different men into rooms. She asked his husband’s aunt about these girls. His aunt said that she was sold to her by his husband and she had to work like these girls.

SHE WAS RAPED SEVERAL TIMES IN A MONTH. IT WAS TYPICAL FOR HER TO HAVE TEN TO TWELVE BUYERS EVERY NIGHT.

She was tortured, abused, harassed and what not her whole world was shattered in front of her eyes and she could do nothing. Love comes with a cost.

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