Back in the light whore

Shyamal Chakraborty (Green)

Then on the balcony of the station, Anima Begum, i.e., gave birth to a new child. My mother is trying hard to fight the cold in torn clothes....My father Nasib is going to get hands to survive with a body without 'legs'.

You can find many reasons for not being well, but one reason for being well is money. Perhaps you will blame, unfortunate father. Thipu is a forbidden place where the brother-in-law passes me. There is no night there. Kuba Singh is the Sardar there. He changed his name to Mina Singh. I was ten years old, heard that I was sold. Yes, a small exchange of money. You may be surprised to hear that this is 500 taka.

Suddenly I remembered, 'Bhaua' is like my grandfather, holding his hand I came to Kuba Singh. Stomach burning big burning cannot be conquered alone. Inside the room, the lights are on. I am obsessed with uncertain future.

Rajini Malkin introduced many boys. He was very young then. Do you want to play with the baby? Babura is an old customer. The night is bought with money. There is no way to sleep too much. Tears began to fall from the eyes. What game is this again? If you do not play, you will be beaten. Rajni Malkin asked to enter room number 5. I did not agree to enter. The owner tied me up and left me in the corner of the room. I am very fair. I will not call myself beautiful!Kashem came and said to Rajni-

"Great goods. Bring 5000 taka. I will take you to the hotel for two days. I will enjoy it for two days. Really" Brutal torture continued for two days and nights, then brought to the brothel again. I tried to escape once. They killed me like this, I was suffering from fever for seven days. The pain of monotonous life gradually subsides. I understand, this is a primitive profession, people make a living, called prostitution. Almost ten years passed from Anima Begum to Meena Singh.

Eating and living for the entertainment of others. There is no future, only the present. No one in the society looks favorably on consumer goods. No one knows anyone after a deep relationship with the consumer. I accepted that I would never have a person of my own? In whose story there will be no one but me. I have learned that no man is born in this world so foolish as to wait for me.

I have realized that I am not destined to have a man like others. Just to put a smile on my face, someone will do thousands of crazy things, where is my forehead?

I know that nothing I want is written in my destiny. It is only my imagination which does not exist anywhere in real life. Thinking about that, I wanted to keep myself alive in false peace for a few years.

Time never stops, streams flow like rivers.Hubba Singh' was my very favorite customer at that time. Boy friend, girl friend of life, there is no value if you can be established in life. No one will pay a penny. Love will run away at twice the speed of light. I am a bit matured.

I accept nothing is mine. I understand that not all flowers are born to get a place in someone's pot or vase.

Some flowers are born to last by the roadside. At the end of the day, I am one of those roadside flowers.

But suddenly that's what destiny says ---

Boring life, mechanical man I am. After the thick darkness, a glimmer of hope appeared. I realized I was going to be a mother. The inside of the chest is breaking and burning. A silent dream of peace. There is nothing but kissing on the cheek and hand. Yes, I saw, heard and thought, there is no income after becoming a mother in the forbidden village. Rice fans, have some money. Paternity continues to be confused.

'Hubba Singh' the man. Iron business. I caught a lot of money. I begged to be admitted to the school with a broker's paternal identity.

How strange, Singh!I understood the pain of waking up at night. He used to breathe deeply in his chest.

A realization suddenly arose in him-- "People who are awake at night do not wake up at night from birth. One day there was sleep in their eyes. There were dreams in both eyes. Your dreams have been stolen by that sleep. There is no other customer like me. Since then, the nights are sleepless. , waves of pain across the chest". Now a sea was showing a new sunrise. Hubba Singh's proof of that assessment.

I could not think of what to name the new son. There will be no title to explain. Because in some alphabet, kindness and love arose in his mind.

I could not find the existence of the status and writing of the little man. I'm just a glimpse!

Could not settle in love. I was a body trader.

In love, whose name will I chant every hour, I was indifferent. Anxiety was overwhelming for the little boy. I sent the voice of thousand and wishes. Vijayini I am now Meena Singh.

I rented a small house nearby with my little boy Karan Singh who looks like a bachelor's degree holder. My job now is to teach small children in the Forbidden Village. All the banned children can easily stand high in the society.

Karan - now a bank officer. He met a colleague in the office. Colleague's 'Fara' falls in love with him. But Karan does not catch because, this society will accept it!

Farah said - "Let's get married".

Karan - "If you know everything about me, will you agree?" All talk will be outside the office.”

Karan - "Come to my house tomorrow Sunday. We will talk at home."Karan - "Come to my house tomorrow Sunday. We will talk at home."

Today is Sunday, Fara came home. I entered the room with a cup of coffee. I am mother I hugged Karan and cried. I know the pain. Your identity in the society was thrown into a terrible pain. I realized every step.

The last change was blessed with bala. In the morning sunrise the blossoms blossomed. Lakshi came home without any objection. Karan has become a human being.

Well tell me when we buy a mango, do we want to know the fruit of which tree? But what is the meaning of knowing the identity of the son and daughter?

The real identity is education direction use humanity mentality.

On the day of the get together, I folded my hands and told everyone (relatives, friends, friends).

Karan is the son of a Barbanitha. No girl is a barbanita willingly. Some greedy money hungry people in our society are caught in a net and taken to hell. Exchange of money creates this body. But it is not possible for everyone to get out of this hell door. Come on, help rebuild the society with the help of a great man like Hubba Singh. Yes you are men like you. Yes, open the door and window of your mind.

Loved the present and didn't want to hold on to the past. I am Mrs. Singh. I hope society will be generous.