Chapter 9

Isha went to the bathroom and changed into her night suit and asked her to make some tea as she needed to have a long chat with her. She mad two cups of steaming hot ginger tea , her heart raced as she did not know why all of a sudden her new found friend had become so serious.
Isha took the tea from her hand and slapped her very hard and she fell off her chair and she cut her lower lip.
She looked up to and started crying and she wiped her blood with her hand , she didnt know why she did it.
Isha got up and picked her up and said "you just said yes to becoming a whore...no wait let me say it this way you just said yes to getting fucked everyday from men whom you have never had any kind of contact ever before...you are going to be fucked...are you in some trance or something don't you get it..." , she started weeping hysterically and said "I...don't know what I am doing anymore...all my life I wished one day someone would take me away from all of this, my life is fucked , my mom died and now my dad is dying everyday little by little inch by inch and all I can do is to see him die and see those sons of a bitches at the govt. hospital treat him like shit, they dont even clean his bedpan , he lies in his own shit for days , I used to clean his shit daily , I was only 14 , I cant take it anymore... my uncle tried to rape me here in Delhi and thats why you found me there at ISBT , he brought me here and took me to a Hotel and tried to rape me.He took my money , the money I had earned cleaning shit of other patients in the hospital... Isha I am dead ... I don't want to live anymore... I need money not for myself but for that man who cant do anything for the family for whom he was once a breadwinner. You tell me what else do i do? Is there any other way you can get me the money ?"Saying this she fell down on the ground wept her heart out.
Isha too started weeping and she took her in her arms and said "I love you, you are like my sister and thats why i don't want you to come into this all, its a bad place I am here because I have no where else to go , this is my life , i have nothing beyond this, I am a commerce graduate and well i could've been a MBA somewhere if it hadn't been for those drugs...those pills that I so loved to trip on, oh those days were so much fun , no tension nothing to care about , I felt so nice when they hit me the trip was so nice , I could see things clearly and I loved the high, taking a pop or a shot and then listening to Floyd or Dark trance , it was so much fun then and now look at me I am 5000 rupees an hour prostitute..."
She looked at her and said "I am so sorry about what happened to you... I need it , I need the money , but what I don't get how did you get into this business, doing drugs isn't wrong , so many hippie people come to our village but they weren't into this..."
Isha laughed at her innocence something which she lost the first time she her cool boyfriend injected her with LSD and made love to her in the back of his Esteem. She said to her "Honey, I needed money for my trips and this was the easiest way and for five years I did drugs and I lost all family and friends and I became a professional in this business , I quit drugs some two years ago but by then my family had disowned me and my friends did not want to hang with a prostitute .... so I came back and now I am one for life..."
They both cried a little more and then went to bed and fell asleep and as usual she got up at six and made tea and somehow for the first time in five years Isha got up with her and she helped her with the housework . The milkman for the first time in five years saw Isha actually taking the milk form him as he usually had to leave it in her mailbox and he was quite astonished at this miracle and checked at the sun to see if had risen form west today or maybe he had a little too much afeem this morning , whatever it was he couldn't control his astonishment to which Isha laughed and said "bhaiya main jaldi uth sakti huun...main bhutani nai huun".

Chapter 8

She had made up her mind and she knew what she had to do , if fate wanted her to be one she would become one , she knew what was asking for but she also knew the ground realities.She went out with Isha that night and she met Sweety in a Chinese restaurant in Janak Place . Sweety had a private table there which was upstairs and she and Isha made her way up through a small dingy staircase at the back side of the restaurant.
She was wearing her only pair of good jeans and a nice turquoise high neck sweater , it was a little cold that night and the wind was blowing gently and the stars were out though she couldn't see many stars in this bright city. Isha asked her to wait outside a small door which had Privat written on it , she snickered as the e was missing from the word.
Isha went in and there she saw Sweety and she told him everything about this girl and he alomst had tears in his eyes , he wiped them with his silk handkerchief.He asked the waiter to send her in and leave for a while . She came in and Sweety stood up he was wearing a bright Fuschia pink shirt and a blue jeans. He hugged her and asked her to sit down .
Sweety said in his broken English "So u wants to work with us??", she said "y..yess" , Sweety told her about his Parlor and how much she could earn the cut he would keep.Sweety looked at her and said "Main aapko har baar koi good looking man nahi guarantee kar sakta, sometimes he could be 60 or sometimes he could be only 16 , aapko koi problems to nai?" , she snickered and said "sixteen , isn't that a little too young" at this point Isha intervened and said "They are the best , they pay more and do less and its easier to please them, horny kids are much better than a horny sixty year old who waits fifteen minutes for his pill to help him stand up " sh winked at her and had sip of water.
Sweety asked her "aap version ho??" , she didn't get it and she looked amusingly at Isha who smiled at Sweety and said "Vir ...Gin" , he smiled and said "ek hi baat hai" , she said "yes I am", she lied as Isha had asked her not reveal her past sexual escapades to anyone anymore.
Sweety asked her to come with Isha to the Office around 11 am tomorrow morning. She thanked him and he got up and said "Ab ham friends hai , and no thank you and sorries in fraandsheeps ", she got up and hugged him and he took there leave and went downstairs and left the restaurant.
Isha looked at her and said "Well Miss Ver...sional ..." she smiled at her and said "I liked him he's sweet , is he married?" Isha smiled and said "No honey he's gay!!" She was shocked a little and she said "He is ?? muje bhi laga but i thought he was just drunk i guess"
Isha winked at her and said "He is a good guy and you'll learn a lot of things from him..."
The waiter knocked on the door and brought in a tray laden with almost everything that the this small restaurant had in its menu. She looked at Isha and said "are going to eat it all??"
, Isha said "nai re , we take the rest in a doggy bag , tu kha jitna bhi tu kha sakti hai"
Between the two of them they ate a bowl of Garlic noodles and chicken and had some beer and rest was packed and ready to go, they lugged these heavy food bags downstairs and took an Auto and went home. Isha took all the food bags and threw them in the fridge and asked her to change as she needed to tal to her about some serious business.

Chapter 7

She was shocked to hear this but she wasn't the kind of person who would pass judgments and she was quite liberal in her views , but all said and done this was the first time she had ever met a prostitute. In her village such a woman would live at the far end of the street and drunken men from her village would go there at night, she always wanted to go to that end of the street as a child but children were beaten if they ever ventured to that side. Her mother used to tell her that evil witches lived there who would kidnap her and turn her and eat her and this did scare her in a way and she never did venture to that part of the street.
Isha looked into her eyes and said "I know its a shock for you , You can leave if you wish to i can arrange for a nice Guest house for you..." , she looked at her and said "Hey! so what ? Its not like you are an evil witch or something" and she giggled . Isha did not get the connection yet she smiled at her and asked her if she wanted some more tea.
She was happy with Isha and she started thinking of her as her sister. She always wanted an elder sister but all she had was an elder brother who had run away to some town when she was very young and never came back.
Next morning she got up and saw her new found sister sleeping all cuddled up with a pillow and looked like a little baby sleeping. She was an early riser and it was only six o'clock in the morning. She went to her bathroom and took a bath and changed into a nice clean pair of jeans and tees. She went into the kitchen and saw that the whole kitchen was messed up and dirty.
She found and old broom and some dusters and soap and she scrubbed and cleaned the entire kitchen in half an hour or so and did the utensils. Her mother had taught her never to work in a dirty kitchen and she somehow never could work in one , she took out a cooker and made aloo bhaji and puris .
She made some tea for her and Isha , she loved ginger tea early in the morning and drank three cups while cooking as it felt so nice. Delhi wasn't that cold , it would've been much colder in her village , though she could feel the little cold which was in the air but she wore a tee shirt as she knew the sun would come out any moment and it would be hot again.
There was knock on the door and she went at the door , a little apprehensive at first but then she opened it and , it was the milkman who gave her a polypack and ran away, she found the newspaper near a moneyplant and she brought it in and locked the door.
She sat down and read the newspaper and Isha woke up around nine o'clock and looked at her and said "You up! when did you wake up?" ,she smiled at her and said "I get up at six everyday".
Isha laughed loudly and went into the kitchen and called her into the kitchen "Oye!! madame what happened to my kitchen??", she ran in and looked at her and said in small hissing tone "I..I..Cleaned it", Isha looked at her angrily and said "tuje meri mama ne to nai bheja na?" and she started laughing , Isha hugged her and said "Its okay with me you can clean my whole house I wont mind , just don't throw me out with the garbage" She said "why would I throw a piece like you out!!"
She asked her to wash up as she had already made the breakfast.Isha smiled at her and went to the bathroom and came out wearing a salwar-kameez which kinda made her look very traditional and sober. She looked at her and said "oh my god!! u look great!! ,I never thought you would wear something like that"Isha smiled at her and said "I like wearing this it reminds me of my village and plus I have a holiday today so I am home all day".
Isha has her breakfast and asked her what kind of a job was she looking for,"So tell me what have you done?" She said to her "I did my schooling in Kullu in a missionary school and thats it"
Isha went straight ahead and asked her "how dough do you need for your dad?" , she said to her in rather sad tone "I need 20K for his expenses plus another 10k for his medicines as his Mediclaim doesn't cover him anymore". Isha said to her straight ahead "Dekh! if you work in a call center you'll get around 10-15k , I know this guy who works in a big company he might stretch this amount to 20k but thats that, and plus this is a city you need to pay for everything from food to electricity everything costs her girl,you are more than welcome to stay here with me and I really want you to stay here but its like this I am not being rude with you but I" She stopped her and said"I know and I'll share the expenses with you" Isha said "expenses is not a problem , you can chip in with keeping the house clean and taking care of the kitchen , but still you can expect to loose at least 5grand at most if you plan to live in the city".
She knew Isha was being fair and was telling the truth and she balanced all the pros and cons fast and said "how much can I earn ...if I work with you?" Isha said "Honey I have sex for money and do you really wanna do that I mean have you ever slept with someone before? do you even know what you are talking about".
She looked her eye to eye and said "I have slept with my old boyfriend in Kullu a couple of times and I know you are concerned but there is no other way and plus its not like as if I am Sati-Savitiri, I could give it a try if don't like it I can quit , cant I?".
Isha knew what she was talking about and she could see the determination in her eyes and she said "Okay give it a try , I'll introduce you to Sweety and he might be able to help you, and don't worry I am there..." , she said to her again "how much can I earn?" , Isha smiled and said "Honey , I earn around 50k from and you can get a huge amount to if only you stick to the rules of the game, and the good thing here is that your first time will get you more money , so you can pay for your dad's expenses right away and also all money you get is cash and tax-free".

Chapter 6

She met Isha for the first time when she had just landed in Delhi and her uncle from the village who promised to get her a nice job and a house had duped her off her money and had left her stranded on the ISBT.
Isha was had just come back from her village Una in Himachal. She was making her way through the dense crowd and the fowl smell of piss when her eyes glanced at a girl clad in traditional Himachali dress sitting on an icky platform bench near a tea stall. Isha wasn't the type who would help anyone but somehow she felt like she had to , she saw herself in her in a way. It had been ages since she saw someone in those clothes, the last time she wore them was when her sister got married some 8 years ago.
Isha went upto her and spoke to her in Himachali accent "Kya hua tu yahan kyon baithei hai?Ghar se bhaag ayi?Ladka chod gaya na?" She looked up to her and big round tears fell from her eyes.She told Isha about her uncle who had left her here and had run away with the money.Isha felt angry at her foolishness , who in such times trusts such people. She was educated and yet she gave all her money to her uncle who by now would be sleeping with some high priced whore on GB Road and drinking English Whisky.
Isha said"tu mere saath chal , main kuch karti huun tere liye, tuje ghar bhejana hoga". She was a little apprehensive but being stranded on a platform for 24hours with no food and no water made her trust her, Isha helped her gather her stuff and grabbed her hand and took her out of ISBT and took an auto to her house in Rajouri.
Isha lived in her own house which was a small one bedroom kitchen Janta apartment which one of her ex-lovers had gifted her. Isha took her in asked her to to take a bath and change meanwhile she made Maggi the only dish she knew how to cook.She came out from the bathroom and now she looked really stunning. She had changed from her traditional outfit to a skirt and a long jersey. Isha asked her to sit down and she said "Rakhi Gulzar ab apni story sunaegi ki nahi" , she laughed and said "main itna bi nahi roti" and she told her entire story and by the end of it Isha had tears in her eyes.
Isha was an ex-drug addict who had taken up this life by running away from home altogether thought every once in a while she sneaked in to her house to meet her mother and that was actually the only connection she kept with her family.
Isha said "tuje toh paisa chaiyeh hoga, tu vapas gayi toh how will u treat your dad?".
She had no options and she didnt want to be burden on Isha so she asked her if she could get her a job. Isha said "Sweety where I work the money maybe good but person like you will never work there", she said "I...I will do anything , I need money " , Isha looked into her eyes "Honey main ek woh hu..." she said "woh what?" Isha felt a little discomfort and said "I am a prostitute..." She was shocked her eyes wer wide open and her mouth propped open as if she had seen a ghost or something.

Chapter 5

Knock-Knock , someone knocked at the door and broke her flow of thoughts, she quickly finished her tea and opened the door. It was Sweety with a new client , he was the new SHO of the nearby thana and he had come to inspect the place and like all inspections it ended with some tasting of some of the delicacies the parlor had for offer. Sweety left him in her company and he was a little nervous, his face looked like a child before his class 10th Board exams, his was an exam to , all men thought of sex as an exam. The test was there machismo , in there head they could hear themselves asking"would i be able to last?,will it stand up?,what if she goes to sleep?"
All this made it a very enticing process for her, especially when she was the one who was should be nervous as they say traditionally. But the reality is that the man is so scared inside, its like he has to be Mr.Perfect , the Calvin Klein model for his women even if his woman charges by the hour.
She asked him"Saab ap kya lenge?" , he hesitated and said in English "No...I mean I...could I have some water?", she went across the room and got a bottle for him from the small fridge in the corner.He gulped it and sat down on the bed. He took of his shoes and he was waiting for her to do something.She smiled at him and went over to him and gave him a condom. He hesitated but he took it from her hand and he fiddled with it for a while , she knew what was going thrrpugh his mind. She took out a can of beer from the fridge and gave it to him, she knew men always loosen up after drinking. He opened the can of Kingfisher and finished it in two gulps. He waited for a while for the booze to run through his veins.He got up and took of his trousers and slipped the condom and he made love to her. He wasn't much of a lover in bed as he looked to be , he was mostly nervous , she immediately knew that he was what we call a virgin . It had been a long time since she had made love to a virgin and she could feel his excitement and nervousness.He was like a four year old who just got a shiny new toy from his mommy and he couldn't keep it down. He made love to her for an hour and then he lay down besides her and fell asleep , he was exhausted , she was bored. She got up and lit herself a cigarette and took out a copy of Femina and flipped though the pages admiring and looking at all the good looking models.She wanted to be a model , as a child she wished she could be Miss India . Though some dreams always remain dreams.
He got up after half an hour still exhausted he looked at her and smiled and said "what's your name", she said "what do you want me to be?, I can be Julie, Kareena or Salma...your choice " she winked an said "off..ficer" .He laughed and said "no really, tumhara naam kya hai".She looked down to her magazine and saw the name of some article writer and said "Anamika thats my name" , he smiled and said "Anamika doesn't that mean one who has no name". She knew that was her identity and in some ways she liked her new name "Anamika". She smiled at him and he rose and put on his pants and left.She went out and looked at him leave the office.

She called out to Mundu "ake bed saaf karja" and she walked down the hall to another one of these room's.It belonged to her one and only friend. The door was open and she went in and saw Isha combing her hair, she went near her and said"rough one?", Isha turned around and said "haan saala Ramsey ki movie se tha,pura hi mental, , banged my head n stuff". She smiled and helped her untangle her hair. She liked Isha as she was the one who got her into this business.
She still remembered her first night in Delhi and how it had transformed this one innocent village girl out for a nice 9to5 callcenter job to a callgirl.

Chapter 4

"Hmmm.. you early today?" said Satish in his burly accent, he had learned English from Amir and was getting quite good at and he liked speaking in English with everyone and that included the sweepers , the chaiwaalas and practically anyone and everyone who could and could not speak English . She replied "Yes, what can I do ? I just love to see your smile so I come early to catch it..."
He laughed at her joke and kissed her on her forehead, he loved a lot as she reminded him of his daughter. She left his office and entered her "Room" , it was a small room with a bed and a dressing table in one corner, there were posters of semi-nude women and Bollywood actresses pasted all over the room, though the room did not have any windows but it did have a huge poster of a waterfall pasted on right behind the heavy double bed which in professional terms could be called her "workstation" and this was her only connect with Mother Nature and it also reminded her of her village.
There was a cupboard with wooden doors and a small padlock which was filled with things that could make any woman shy away and any man aroused beyond his wildest imagination.It had toys , gags, handcuffs,blindfolds and of course an hunter and a whip for her "special clients" who liked it naughtier than the rest.
She always got the weirdos be it the foot licking slave types or the ones who beat her like she a piniata in a Mexican fair. She was not into any of those things and she rarely ever had an orgasm , actually she can't even remember the last time when any of her clients even remotely aroused her. She wasn't there for her pleasure but for her clients and she ensured they enjoyed every bit of it as she knew repeat clientèle meant more money.
She liked role playing in way as the men asked her to be all sorts of things some wanted her to be her to be there harem , some wanted nothing but her feet and this she disliked as her feet always got drenched in icky saliva, while some restricted themselves to missionary which she absolutely disliked as these men were so uptight that she only felt cold every time they made love to her.
She liked one thing and that was money which she got at the end of the day well not day night, she was highly priced for a woman of her age,she was 25 years old and she got 200rupees an hour for individual and for group it could go to 5000 to 7000 rupees, Sweety got ten percent plus five percent extra for his services and place from whatever she earned.
The good thing here was that she was already paid for in advance to Sweety who till date had never cheated her or misquoted the amount she was to get. She was like a prepaid taxi which men could ride for as long as the meter was down, and when the meter went up it was time to get down pant up and say goodbye and maybe leave tips for the ride. She liked her job as she could earn anything between 30000 to 40000 in a month and she earned more in festival seasons,elections and when she worked as escorts for foreigners.
Sweety never checked the clients she got, he was okay with a fifteen year old tenth class student out for his first true experience of manhood if he could pay her price. She also liked these kids as they never lasted long thought they had fully charged batteries which were usually used for self-help purposes only , but they lasted for a short while as the very excitement made them so heavy down below that usually they were done for even before they could slip on a condom or start the very act.She loved there innocence and she felt like a teacher teaching them trade secrets and ways to impress the "real women" that they would meet in the future.
She shouted loud "Mundu !! aaj chai nai rakhi kya?? jaa chai le aa aur kal se lake rakha kar"She liked drinking tea before she changed into her "work clothes" , which was really a skirt and a tee which Sweety had given to her and also she had her "pill" with the tea.No matter what you do Sweety used to say never forget your pill even if your client wraps his entire body in cling foil don't do it with him without your pill.
"Didi chai" Mundu was the child Sweety had picked up from street and brought him here to work, he was a lovely child whom every girl in the Parlor loved . Sweety treated him as his child and kept him at his house in Punjabi Bagh.

Chapter 3

She parked her Lolita near the old banyan tree in the backside of the market complex in Rajouri where she usually parked her scooty.she made her way thought the lot and reached "Meenakshi Towers" on the corner of the market.the gaurd Ramkumar got and saluted her and she said "Namaste ramkumar bahiya" and she pace up the staircases.Ramkumar always got up for her , he liked her she reminded him of his daughter who was in his village and he rarely got to see her.
She climbed up the old dingy stairs and reached office well not an office really it was "Sweety's Massage Parlor".Sweety's gave small ads in newspapers which said that they offered 5star/7star service for clients , in reality Sweety's was a place where a man came to get his loins massaged and not his body.Sweety's was a brothel like thousands of brothel in the city which disguised themselves as massage parlors.No one knew who was the pioneer of this "massage parlor " trend but still they existed in thousands in every nook and corner of the city.The parlors were for everyone be it gay or straight, they offered everything from bronzed muscular men to busty women from all parts of the country.The men who came there were of many kinds, they were those of came there regularly these were the guys who worked as business executives or had small businesses in the market and the other kinds ranging form tenth grader out for some "experience" to traveling businessmen to sexually unsatisfied men whose wives were to big and huge to penetrate or had spent so much time in temples and kirtans and religious things that there husbands felt like as if they were making love to someone out of Ramananad Sagar's tele serials.
She made her way into the parlor thought the back door and she went to the cabin marked "Office".There she met her boss Sweety.He was a fat old man with freckles all over his , he was dark as the night.He was a homosexual and he had named himself Sweety his real name was Satish Singh .He looked up at her and smiled , he was in a good mood today , he had met his old flame this morning , his name was Amir and he was the one who first showed him his true self.
He liked her because her pain reminded him of his suffering.Sweety or Satish had gone through a lot.He was only 16 when he found out that he was gay , he belonged to a poor family , his father was a motor mechanic and his mother was a sweeper in a government office.he could tell no one about his tendencies and he kept in closet for years.He was 20 when he was married to Bimala who was a sweeper at her mother's school.He was a motor mechanic but he worked on imported cars and that made him earn fairly well and his house was one of the few houses which had both a television and a refrigerator.Satish was a hardworking man who engulfed himself in his job for hours and hours at a stretch.the reality was that he had procreated with Bimala and had a child , it was girl whom he loved a lot, yet he never felt "home" , he never felt anything for Bimala.She was a dutiful wife and she served him like any Indian wife would,yet even she knew something was terribly wrong in the marriage.She tried asking him several times but he always avoided the issue.Satish met Amir in his garage , Amir was a male prostitute who had brought in his new "Lancer" for some repair work.He was a handsome man with short cropped hair and long legs with a an awesome jawline on his face which made him look like Greek god.He wore a tight blue stone washed denim jeans and a Polo jersey.
Satish felt an immediate attraction for Amir, he loved his smile and the childishness that emulated from his eyes.he was in love and for the first time in many years he wished that he wasn't born as he knew Amir wasn't his type and he would never love him.Amir on the other hand found the ruggedness of Satish and his men very sexy , he deliberately used to bang his car so that he could get a chance to see Satish and his oily greasy hands , he wished that Satish would one day rub his masculine greasy hands on his body.
then on day Satish went to Amir's house with the car which he had just finished.He knocked on his door and Amir asked him to come in , he asked Satish "paani piyogey?" Satish coyly replied"nahee bas theek hai", Amir knew he wanted something and he went to his fridge and got a bottle of beer and opened it for him, "Lo peelo yaar" , Satish took the bottle and gulped the beer and Amir lost control of himself and he pushed him o the wall and kissed him and the next thing Satish knew that he was in Amir's arms all night.the next day he told Bimala about himself and he left the house , he quit his job and moved in with Amir.
Amir ran a "massage parlor" in Vasant Kunj,Satish was named Sweety by him and gradually Amir and Sweety grew apart and Sweety opened his own "parlor" in Rajouri.Yet they both loved each other and they met occasionally.

Chapter 3

"Raat kali ek khwaab main ayi..." the song went on in her head she hummed the the song as she crossed the newly opened flyover across Moolchand.She was really getting tired of the daily hustle and bustle of the city and she missed home , her home was really a small village near Kullu and she loved her village.it was the kind of place where one could see rainbows in the horizon after a drizzle.It was a place where kids roamed around freely and sometimes so freely that in summer most of the little children preferred to be naked.She missed that innocence of childhood when she could run and dive into the village lake and swim without any lewd comments or stares.she was growing older yet in her mind she was still the eight year old village girl who moved to a big city and hated the crowd and the cars and the smoke.She was a bird who was caged in the city, she had everything one could ask for yet she had nothing, her soul was somewhere else and she wanted her soul back.She had lived in a city for more than 17 years now yet she never truly lived here.She was empty , her soul was still out there in the village playing with the kids and sleeping under the stars.
Her existence in the city was for only money and this money was something that she both loved and hated.She loved it because it saves her life and that of her dying father.Her father has had a disease which has not only eaten him up but ate away her childhood her mother's life and now her youth.But she loved her father and she never complained, she took it upon her to help her father from the day she set fire to her mother's pyre and assumed the role of the 'son' of the household.
She hates money as it is eating her soul away slowly and slowly , she tried to set her mind into it but she couldn't she was to 'human' for the world she worked in.She knew she had to quit someday but she didn't know when, maybe after her passes away , which she wished never happens as she loved him and he was the only one who really cared for her.It had been only an year since her mother who had suffered all her life had passed away.She was sad about her death yet she was happy that she had died as she had suffered a lot , from being the single breadwinner for the family to taking care of a child and a paralyzed husband to living a little for herself , she had really gone through a lot , maybe god gave her a 'vacation' that she really wanted.She knew her mom was with her , she could feel her looking at her or maybe she was just guilty.
"Screeech" the loud sounds of her scooty's brake broke her thoughts, she had reached her destination.it was only 6.45pm and somehow she was early, though she knew it was only a mere coincidence that the traffic near SouthEx moved fast but she thanked her mom and god nevertheless.She always thanked them for anything good that happened in her life and fought with them for all the wrong.

Chapter 2

She made her way to the kitchen and looked for the coffee pot"hmmm i lost it again , i swear it was here somewhere" she laughed at her carelessness, "here u are my sweety my coffee pot", she washes it and poured milk into it and put some coffee in her favorite pink mug which had "Princess" embossed on it. She fixed herself a sandwich which she ate like a hungry pig , taking huge bites of the sandwich.
"Aaahh man this coffee feels so good" she could feel the caffeine rushing through her veins and releasing the drowsiness from her head. She moved into her bedroom and switched on her radio "raat kali ek kwaab main ayi..." the radio blared with kishore kumar's voice, she loved this song and she danced a little on it. She opened her drawer and took out her handbag "now where the fuck is my cellphone",she looked for it for a while and then she found it under the sheets next to her bed.
She picked up her phone and checked for calls she missed while she was dosing off."No calls ,guess no one misses me" she snickered and put it in her bag."Now where are my keys, aj fir late hu main, kya yaar i need to buy a key chain , this way that I am gonna loose the bloody key for sure...",She looked for it in her cupboard and found it in her change box."when did i throw it there?" she wondered to herself., "maybe i have a ghost here".
She picked up her things and walked to her door and tried to find the lock which she had misplaced again ,"I need to cut down on these pills" she said to herself and quickly locked the door and hurried down the stairs literally jumping them down , she was late and her boss would kill her , it was the third time this week and she knew he would get mad, she imagined his huge round face going mad with anger.
She needed that job , she needed it for many reasons and thats why she never said anything to him, he was a nice person but he was cranky and loud.
"Aaj fir motu gaali degaaI am late as usual"
She went to the garage and kicked started her old scooty which she had christened "Lolita" , especially after watching Sholay though she wanted to name it "Dhanno" but she loved Lolita it was the name of her old cat which was killed by a speeding truck.
"Hoja start madame please" she begged her old scooty which never started on time , she thanked god each day that she wasn't robbing a bank with it because if that were the case she would have to ask the cops to start this old scooty.
So after a hell of lot of begging , kicking and swearing old Lolita started ,her little engine purred and she quickly jumped on it and changed gears and sped for her destination.

Chapter 1

Its five in the evening she stumbles out of bed eyes all weary n tired , she tries to take out her slippers from under the bed "hmm just a lil more ...there got it". She puts on her favorite pink robe which feels cold against her warm body fresh out of the warmth of her mink blanket. She walks towards the bathroom and opens the door it creaks loudly "note to self, i really need to oil this bloody thing" .
She turns on the tap and brushes her teeth. She looks at herself in the mirror "hmmm gt some dark circles, maybe i should quit smoking" , she opens her medicine cabinet and takes out her medicated soap and washed her face with it and put on some lactokelamine.
She stepped into the shower and pured some water on herself "man its cold, i need that geyser" , stepping out of the shower she fumbled her for her towel which was hanging on the latch.She comes out of the shower shivering with cold and the cold floor gives no comfort either.
She opens her cabinet and looks at her clothes though she has only three pair of jeans and a few tees , she tries hard to match some clothes for the evening. "next year i will have to get a few dresses" .She quickly puts on her clothes though she has no sweater she has one new denim jacket which she was gifted by some aunt.
She moves towards her shoe cabinet well not really a cabinet more a fruit box which she bought from a fruit vendor."hmmm what should i wear today,lemme see shoes or flipflop" after a quick decision she slips on her heels and ties them up.
She goes to her mirror and takes out her vanity box and puts on her bright red lipstick as today is a special day for her, she applies some blush and combs her hair and ties it in a pony. She puts some kajal in her eyes and she gives herself a quick dekko of herself in the mirror. She is nearing 25 but she still looks 18 though she has some dark circles and some bruises yet some concealer and few strokes of her brush could do the job of hiding her blemishes.