Trying to skip my daily routine I was sitting in
Basantapur, Kathmandu bunking my school looking at people busy doing different things. There were couples walking arms in arm, foreigners with their guides, old people lost and then my eyes went on a girl whom I fell really hot. I was noticing her for sometime and she was busy talking to a guy exchanging numbers. I was about to leave when this girl noticed me and came towards me. She asked me, "Are you alone?". I replied,"yes" and then she sat beside me. We were quiet 'cause I knew she was older than me and from my perspective I didnt know how to approach her to a conversation.
Then with all the guts i asked her, "What do you do?"
Without any hesitation she replied me back that she was a prostitute and was waiting for a client for the day. I stood up and said,"Sorry but I am not the one whom you're looking for." She then said, "yeah, I know" looking at me innocently. I sat down disgusted though I knew she was in pain. This time without any hesitation i asked her,"Since when have you started doing all this?"
She looked at me puzzled and then she said,"When i was first raped i didnt know that this was wrong, I didnt know. Then my dad did the same thing. My brother didnt leave either. When I realised that this was wrong I tried to stop them but they never listened to me. Everyday I was beaten, everyday I was raped. One day I decided to leave home and I went to a friends place in kathmandu. I knew I couldnt stay their for long so I started looking for a job. I consulted her too but she harshly once said that she was a bitch and should search for those jobs only. With no other options I had to be a prostitute. Putting on these make-up, wearing these one-pieces I search for people who would spent sometime with me but remember I dont have interest in these things. I do it for my living. I also want to fall in love with a guy, marry him and live happily but there are these things that are bothering." Then her phone buzzed she stood up and left. I was shocked but then realised not everyone willingly does this kind of act. Situation forces one to be the one who they are not.
Sadly but truly I every now and then visit Basantapur to find her and end my conversation. But then not seeing her consoles me to a greater extent that she is really living happily as she has dreamt leaving her past aside.
Basantapur, Kathmandu bunking my school looking at people busy doing different things. There were couples walking arms in arm, foreigners with their guides, old people lost and then my eyes went on a girl whom I fell really hot. I was noticing her for sometime and she was busy talking to a guy exchanging numbers. I was about to leave when this girl noticed me and came towards me. She asked me, "Are you alone?". I replied,"yes" and then she sat beside me. We were quiet 'cause I knew she was older than me and from my perspective I didnt know how to approach her to a conversation.
Then with all the guts i asked her, "What do you do?"
Without any hesitation she replied me back that she was a prostitute and was waiting for a client for the day. I stood up and said,"Sorry but I am not the one whom you're looking for." She then said, "yeah, I know" looking at me innocently. I sat down disgusted though I knew she was in pain. This time without any hesitation i asked her,"Since when have you started doing all this?"
She looked at me puzzled and then she said,"When i was first raped i didnt know that this was wrong, I didnt know. Then my dad did the same thing. My brother didnt leave either. When I realised that this was wrong I tried to stop them but they never listened to me. Everyday I was beaten, everyday I was raped. One day I decided to leave home and I went to a friends place in kathmandu. I knew I couldnt stay their for long so I started looking for a job. I consulted her too but she harshly once said that she was a bitch and should search for those jobs only. With no other options I had to be a prostitute. Putting on these make-up, wearing these one-pieces I search for people who would spent sometime with me but remember I dont have interest in these things. I do it for my living. I also want to fall in love with a guy, marry him and live happily but there are these things that are bothering." Then her phone buzzed she stood up and left. I was shocked but then realised not everyone willingly does this kind of act. Situation forces one to be the one who they are not.
Sadly but truly I every now and then visit Basantapur to find her and end my conversation. But then not seeing her consoles me to a greater extent that she is really living happily as she has dreamt leaving her past aside.
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