The STORY of a PROSTITUTE.... (i read an article by a sex worker on the net....this one is inspired from there...)

I love my name…..
From my teenage to ……
I was studying in standard 8th, unlike all other students I was a little more naughty but still every one liked me a lot, everyone called me “KANCHI”. That was my name, my beautiful name- “KANCHI”.
My best friend and I use to overpower all our co-students and we use to rule the school, but that was when I was in my teenage years. I still am, but everything has changed since then. Now everything has changed - me, my lifestyle, my smile and my name as well. My name which I love the most is being changed by these people- the name I loved. Now I die to hear someone call out my name – the name I was called by till a few months ago.
Now no one calls me by my name – the name I loved alot, also now I am pretty, and now I don’t have friends, I am alone in this world. I have forgotten what the outside world looks like because I have not moved out of my room since I arrived here way back on April 14th 2006.
My life changed when I was studying in 8th standard. Two persons from Gangtok came to our village. One was Suman and other one’s name I don’t remember. They both became good friends with my father. They use to visit our home frequently and I even considered them as my elder brothers. Everyone in the neighbourhood started liking them because they were very friendly and kind.

Then in February they gave an offer to my mother to send me to work in India where I would earn and study and send money back home every month. My mother initially said no but as one of my friends was also going she reluctantly approved without knowing that I – her daughter would never come back. Those two men (Suman &the other) use to pick girls and sell them in brothels all over India and even outside India.

Our journey started on 6th April 2006 and we reached here by 10th April 2006 here in Pune, with big dreams in our eyes. They took us to a very old building in a very dark locality. I told my friend that I didn’t like the feel and look of the place and somewhere I knew something was not right. Then Suman and the other guy had a talk with some old lady in the other room and came back to us to say, that we had to work and stay here it only and that they would come here regularly to see if everything was all right or not. Next Day when I woke up aunty came and briefed me about the work which I had to do whether I like it or not. She told me that she has paid huge sum of money for us and thus, I had to listen to everything she said. At that time I actually came to know that we had been sold to a brothel owner. I cried a lot and refused to work but in return I only got pain and starvation, they hit me with a stick and locked me up in a dark room without food for 3 days. But soon I had no option and I with a heavy heart accept whatever was there was in my fate. I just prayed that someone would come and rescue me from this hell and take me home.
Soon I became one of the top selling bodies in the market and daily count of customers went up top 25-30 or even 40 some days. It was so painful; and emotionally traumatic for me in the starting but soon my body adjusted to it. But still I feel the pain. It may not be physical but it is from the heart. I started talking very less and spent my time only thinking of home and praying to god to please send me back. But this didn’t happen. I think my prayers were perhaps lost in the prayers of other girls who were suffering just like I was. I don’t like being here but I am here.

I have been here 1 year and 4 months, and have not seen the sun, moon or even the exterior of our apartments. All my dreams have been ruined and raped by those two men. Soon I know I will be free. Either my friends will get me out of this place or perhaps I will commit suicide.

I am forced to carry a big smile on my face which is covered with makeup. I haven’t smiled from my heart in a long time. No one tries to understand or see within me and understand my pain and sorrow. I do want to go home but I fear that they will not accept me if they get to know about my present life.

I am not sure of my future nor am I sure of my existence, but till I am alive I sit here in this dark room waiting for the arrival of my next customer, praying that some does something that might just help me and a million other girls like me.

I have, I am and will always be waiting………for help!