It was 3.am in the morning. One of the most crowded places in Bangalore had the silence and stillness of a graveyard.In such silence, a roaring sound is heard, an auto rickshaw comes from no where, a drunken women in tacky clothes steps out with lot of baggage in her hand. Who was she? What was she doing in the city centre at such ungodly hour.
HER STORY: "Around 4 in the morning when the weather outside is ice cold, the mother wraps her children with an extra blanket as it was time for the couple to leave. They Pick up the net, water bottle, tools before leaving. In few minutes they reach the river bank and get into the boat. It was their daily routine. Fishermen they were. They returned home only when the morning broke.
The fisherman had three children; 2 daughters and a son. His eldest daughter was "Dharani"(14). Her life was normal like any other girl of her age; until she met him. He was 10 years older than her, he planted the seeds of love in her innocent mind. She thought he came as a boon, little did she know that he would turn out be a curse for lifetime. He became her addiction. She was now ready to leave her birthplace, parents and siblings, to go the fairy land he had promised.
I was another ice cold morning, the same boat on the river bank, but this time it was Dharani who got onto the boat with her man. Her father came running behind her, but his limbs and heart alike misgave him. Within a couple of minutes the boat escaped in back waters of Alleppey. There was no regret on her face.
His fairy land existed in polluted streets of Bangalore. They got married in a nearby temple. Thus, begins her second innings...
Her life was beautiful, but the fairytale romance slowly started to end, as it was followed by a routine. He would leave early in the morning, returned late in night and took over her like a hungry beast. This continued until she gave birth to her first child. Later, it was no better. The person with whom she lived was a stranger, He was no the man whom she had met in back waters of Alleppey.
The money he earned as a rickshaw driver wasn't sufficient to him. He often got frustrated and blamed her saying that she ruined his life! He suggested her to start working. She disapproves it and says she will never do it. He gets furious, hits her black and blue, bangs her head to the wall, pushes her to the floor and starts kicking her abdomen, still she doesn't agree. But, what was the work he suggested? He asked to sell her flesh every night to strangers. No wonder she disapproved! He took her forcibly to different men. At the beginning she rebelled, but after a point of time she had accept her fate. There was no way for her to go, felt she. In few years she gave birth to her second child. She never let her children know her pain from past 10 years. The auto in which she arrived was her husband's, He had dropped her back after the night routine. This is the story of the women who was in city centre at an ungodly hour."
She had to sell her flesh to raise her children. Every night was a nightmare. The flower was crushed until it lost all it's petals. She consumed poison to reach the state of euphoria, so that her children never knew her pain. Her love who had promised her a secure life, had himself introduced her to the business of selling flesh. Though, she had all the pain the world, she never went to depression or committed suicide... For me she is the symbol of strength.
HER STORY: "Around 4 in the morning when the weather outside is ice cold, the mother wraps her children with an extra blanket as it was time for the couple to leave. They Pick up the net, water bottle, tools before leaving. In few minutes they reach the river bank and get into the boat. It was their daily routine. Fishermen they were. They returned home only when the morning broke.
The fisherman had three children; 2 daughters and a son. His eldest daughter was "Dharani"(14). Her life was normal like any other girl of her age; until she met him. He was 10 years older than her, he planted the seeds of love in her innocent mind. She thought he came as a boon, little did she know that he would turn out be a curse for lifetime. He became her addiction. She was now ready to leave her birthplace, parents and siblings, to go the fairy land he had promised.
I was another ice cold morning, the same boat on the river bank, but this time it was Dharani who got onto the boat with her man. Her father came running behind her, but his limbs and heart alike misgave him. Within a couple of minutes the boat escaped in back waters of Alleppey. There was no regret on her face.
His fairy land existed in polluted streets of Bangalore. They got married in a nearby temple. Thus, begins her second innings...
Her life was beautiful, but the fairytale romance slowly started to end, as it was followed by a routine. He would leave early in the morning, returned late in night and took over her like a hungry beast. This continued until she gave birth to her first child. Later, it was no better. The person with whom she lived was a stranger, He was no the man whom she had met in back waters of Alleppey.
The money he earned as a rickshaw driver wasn't sufficient to him. He often got frustrated and blamed her saying that she ruined his life! He suggested her to start working. She disapproves it and says she will never do it. He gets furious, hits her black and blue, bangs her head to the wall, pushes her to the floor and starts kicking her abdomen, still she doesn't agree. But, what was the work he suggested? He asked to sell her flesh every night to strangers. No wonder she disapproved! He took her forcibly to different men. At the beginning she rebelled, but after a point of time she had accept her fate. There was no way for her to go, felt she. In few years she gave birth to her second child. She never let her children know her pain from past 10 years. The auto in which she arrived was her husband's, He had dropped her back after the night routine. This is the story of the women who was in city centre at an ungodly hour."
She had to sell her flesh to raise her children. Every night was a nightmare. The flower was crushed until it lost all it's petals. She consumed poison to reach the state of euphoria, so that her children never knew her pain. Her love who had promised her a secure life, had himself introduced her to the business of selling flesh. Though, she had all the pain the world, she never went to depression or committed suicide... For me she is the symbol of strength.
