Last week I was getting back to home from Kolkata after
training , its been quite late and somehow I managed to catch the last train
which was at 12:20 mid night from Howrah
. Because of freezing cold and as usual only few passenger travel in the last
train at midnight . In the coach where I
had boarded I saw a cute charming girl may be same of my age was sited alone
near the window seat , and I thought to have little chat with her rather than
traveling alone for three hours as there were only two people in that coach
other than us.
I went near her and seated on her opposite side ,and I asked
her “May I seat here? “ and she replied
to me pleasantly “Yes please “
then I introduced myself to her “Hey I am Kajal, are you going on the same route? Its freezing cold na?” .
She looked at me strangely and laughed “kajal? Ha ha Its
like a girl’s name” she giggled and also
told me her name (sorry I am not going to mention her name for her privacy)
“Oh God, please don’t make fun on my name, well leave it,
where are you going? I will leave at Salboni” I said
“I am upto Bankura” she said
“Hey why are you travelling alone in this midnight , even
this train is empty and looks so violent don’t you feel creepy? “ I asked her
She was silent for a moment and replied me rudely “so what’s
the problem with you? I am a girl and I cannot travel alone at night?”
“No, sorry I don’t mean that” I apologized to her
“No, sorry I don’t mean that” I apologized to her
After few moments of silence she said “Sorry I am in bad mood”
“its ok, well I am a student and I was in Kolkata for
training , what about you? “ I asked her
Again she went silent for a moment and replied me little
emotionally “ if you will know what I am what I do then you may don’t want to
talk with me anymore or you may want me to do what I do to live, please don’t
ask”
I was suborned for a moment
and was thinking that the girl may have psychological problem or may she
may be passing through big problems, for a moment I thought to change my seat
and my heart feels like to know more about her and I told her” No its ok, I may be a stranger but you can
trust me, tell me “
She said “ok, I hope you are capable to listen this, I am a
sex worker and I am not a good girl as you may be thinking .”
I really felt sad for her and I cannot believe this damn
pretty girl work like this well honestly I have never seen girls in such job in
real life I have only heard of them. Again I asked her “ But why you do such
things , there are lot of other jobs you can do around this city? “
“ It’s a long painful story , you may don’t want to listen”
she said
“No, please tell me” I requested her
“ok, my family is so poor , I even remember when I have lost
my father ,I have one brother , two little sisters and my mother used to work
on other’s house as servant to support our livelihood , we use to live at our
uncle place who was not a good person . I was 13 when some people may be they were my uncle’s friends who took
me to the prostitution area in Kolkata, they told me that I will get jobs here and I was not aware of anything and then everything in my life was changed
with a blow.” She said, I saw few drop of tears too.
Again she said “I love my mother, brother n littler sister
and I am not allowed to meet with anyone but I somehow manage once or twice a
year to just a glimpse of my mother, brother and sisters, They hates me and don’t want to see my face but I love them
a lot . I don’t meet with them I just go to house like a thief just to get
their glimpse that they are fine and will return back to Kolkata by first train
at 5 AM “
I was completely speechless and didn’t get any word to say
her even I was feeling like to cry , I asked her “ did you had dinner?”
She said “No”
I had one packet of biscuit in my bag and cup cake I gave it to her , and she smiled, and said “
I have never had such cake before” I
asked her “Why don’t you escape from there and go somewhere else and find
another good work?”
She said “Where Will I go?
Even I also dream of a normal life like to study, having a boyfriend
then get married , visit different place , have some good friends and
neighbor , eat good food , but my
life is not normal anymore, who will
love and marry a prostitute ? everyone just know to make use of us but no one
can have love in their hearts for girl like me, even my family also hates me,
but I will move out someday somewhere where I will start my new life may be
alone but I will be happy rather doing
this work for poverty . I care a lot about my little sister and don’t want
anyone to let them become like me because of this I save little money and drop
inside the house from window hole but it doesn't matter to me if still they
hates me, I want them to be safe”
She told me a lot of things about their life at their workplace
, their livelihood which is not less than a hell. I wish I had more time to
spend and talk with her but I had to leave the train because I reached my
hometown . I didn't had any more words inside me to say her, I didn't know what
to say, I did a hand shake and said her
“God bless you dear”. Her story really made me cry and I could not
sleep the whole night , I was just thinking about her life and her spirit to
start a new life. I wish I could help her on anything but I not. No girl want to do such work but poverty compels
them to do so and also because of bad surrounding where they live, their greedy
relatives .
Human trafficking is another great reason after poverty in this country .we need to stop and help the
girls like them to get out of their poor situation . We need the support of government and NGO to
help these girls to deserve their desired life and pride like every other girls
do .
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