Love romance and our soul conscience

Love romance and our soul conscience......

Listen to the story of the life of an unfortunate woman here on a day when the tender feelings of love for Valentine's love letter overflow......

It is true that love is the wonderful essence of romantic life. But it can also be fatal for some. Listen to the experience of a woman between us in her own words.

Let there be a social and moral responsibility within you. Because reminding us that a woman is also the mother of all of us....

At least hoping that there will be a small change in our behaviour and it will be more civilised and humane.....

I am Nalini,.........

The voice I remember at the beginning of my life was the voice of my father's hoarse cry, accompanied by the cries of the villagers outside the house.

I was 5 years old then. I was still asleep in the morning. When I woke up to this cry and came out of the hut, I saw my mother's body hanging from a tree branch with her tongue outstretched and hanging from a tree branch with a saree.

I didn't understand anything. All the people would come together and beat my father. Soon the police came and dragged my father away. Amma's body was taken to the hospital and brought back and buried inside the mud. Someone even buried my eyes. I didn't even cry.

As night fell, I became hungry. There was fear. Then my mother remembered. I started crying loudly. Hearing my cries, the neighbours took me to his house and gave me food. I slept there at night. In the morning, the people of the village decided that I should stay in a neighbour's house. That is their compassion for well-being.

At the age of 5, the work of sweeping, washing utensils and washing clothes started.

Thus three years passed.

Recently I used to go to my hut and sleep after all the work at night. One day, the son of a drunkard from the same neighbour's house suddenly barged into the hut and did not allow me to blink, shut his mouth, threatened me with a machete and behaved rudely. I became a chicken in the hands of a hawk. You Are Curious To Hear The Pain And Suffering I Went Through Then But I Do Not Have The Courage To Recall It.?

This became my karma every night for the next two years. The mole he frightened, that fear, habitually silenced my mouth. Somehow the day passed.

I was 10 years old then.

One day a relative of mine came and said that your father is in jail and if someone gives 5000 to the lawyer, he can get rid of him. I felt sad at the thought of my father. I wanted my father to be there to ease this hell. But 5000??

I asked the drunkard who came at night for money. He sneered that you are not worth even a thousand. In the end, I thought and threatened to file a police complaint if you didn't give me the money, telling everyone that you had been using me for so long. He got scared and gave him 4,000 in a week. I took the remaining 1,000 from others and gave it to my relatives.?

A month after the money was given, he brought his father back. When I saw my father, who was thin, I hugged him and wailed. But Father did not cry. He said he was not responsible for his mother's death. Thus another 4 years passed.

I was 14 years old.

My father did not do anything, ate the food I brought at home and sat quietly. But now the others, including the drunkard, were not so much troubled. One night Father suddenly said, "Tomorrow is your wedding. The Marwaris of Rajasthan will come and tie the knot and take you away in a car. You are now the queen of a rich man's house.?

I felt dizzy. I haven't seen them, they haven't seen me. Sudden marriage. No, can't. When they came in the morning, I decided to make a fuss and tell everyone in the village.

But at 5 a.m., five miscreants came and tied my legs, put a cloth in my mouth, put me under the seat of the car and gave my father a lot of money. I couldn't blink and went to sleep.?

When he woke up after a long time, he unwrapped his clothes. By then, difficulties had begun to teach life. Using my intellect, I asked him and agreed. I am innocent but not evil. I believed in Kannada-mixed Hindi that I would listen to him and cooperate with all the work.?

Later in the evening, he untied his legs and gave him biscuits and water to eat. We travelled all night again and reached a village in Rajasthan. From there another door of hell opened.?

I became a machine for the four brothers of the house. Housework from morning to morning, service to those brave men at night. They were like balloons and fed me for 4 years, about 1460 days. He was not confronted in any unhealthy condition. I was a dog loyalty. The dog in his house was in a better condition than mine.?

This was not a lie, many times those dogs, who understood my condition, would roar or make me feel the same way.

I was 18 years old.Suddenly one day I was sold as a resale to a broker. He bought me for so much money. I did not protest. What did they do behind the corpses? He took me to a village about 40 kilometres away and brought me barefoot. I used my tact to speak to him with great love and affection.

His house was home to 10 other unfortunate people like me. I quickly adapted to the system. At the age of 18, I became a mother to all ten people. The brothel was well run. I consoled the unfortunate ones, consoled them, and gave them confidence.

Five more years passed, and one day the man died suddenly bleeding. We performed his last rites ourselves. Within three months, we persuaded everyone and came together to Mumbai.

We started our career by renting a rented house in the famous red light area. The business went well with my experience, ingenuity and softness. Our number crossed 50.

I am now 38 years old.

I Am The Madam Of The Famous Gharwali Nalin Of The Mumbai Red Light. I have a car, a bungalow, a servant. There is a link between rowdy, police, politicians. There is a big name in the place where I was born. There I stood in front and spent money to build a temple for Yellamma. The people of the village even felicitated me last summer.

I want to tell you about the life of the red light. But I am not saying this so that you and your self-deceiving minds should not be embarrassed by the fact that in this great and civilized country, a woman is revered and a mother, and because the female organs are considered obscene, vulgar, disgusting.? Yet inevitably the agony of a woman's one night is for you. I'm sorry...

The head is bursting, the hands and feet are hurting so much. The fever is going beyond its limits. The body feels burning.

Pus is pouring into the blood cavity (clotting like a bad blood clot) in the thigh joint. I took a pill for fever and a pill to ease the pain.

Even in this situation, I have to do my job. It is inevitable. Because I am the only twenty-five-year-old beauty in this meat-trading house who speaks little English. I have a good physique and am fair and attractive.?

VIP customers,

I am sexy as the gharwali of the house and my companions say. She says she would have been a film actress if she had not been pushed into this racket.

Now it's 11-30 pm.Saturday. A man who has a minor scuffle in the area and then becomes a real estate broker and now a corporator books me once in 2/3 months. He likes me very much.

He calls me to his friend's apartment. He also provides all kinds of protection to my farwali.

He had booked me a week in advance. The bloodstain, which was a little bit then, is now a sore. The permanent doctor of our racket gave us the injection saying that it was because of bad blood.

Yet it did not diminish. Bad blood has to be removed from the frozen area and bandaged.?

It takes 10/15 days for it to heal. If he is handled this time, there will be time till the next booking. Gharwali has told me to manage somehow one day.?

My mistress doesn't have the courage to say no to his booking. For this, she put a small bandage of painkillers used by the athletes into the spot. She told me that something was a small bubble.

He who always comes at 11 p.m. has not yet come today. My beauty is not the only reason he booked me.?

He likes the body massage I do more than my body pleasure. On his arrival, he brings foreign rum and non-veg parcels. He becomes completely naked as if a peg is climbing. I start his massage with body massage oil, a mixture of oils like olive - almond brought from Paris.

The massage lasts for about two hours. I massage with utmost effort from the tip of my toes to the scalp. In between, he drinks a sip of drinks one by one. I will bathe him myself after the massage.?

This apartment has a well-equipped bathtub.

Then we both have lunch together. From that moment on he occupies the power of my whole body like a beast.

Aha aha...... Are you thrilled to hear, read and imagine because you have spiritual minds anyway.?

Aren't all other women except the wife a divine form to you – revered?

My situation at the moment is so good. The condition of my girlfriends is worse than that of street pig dogs. They eat it. A biter, a cigarette-burner, or a biter.........

... Wow..... Our focus is only on the tips he gives us on the way. It should be ensured that he alone does not face any grievance. If you remember, you will burn

?? "In every move of every man who exploits a woman who is in prostitution for a living, let his mother, sister and sister be constantly remembered in his memory."?

I want to curse that.

Oh, the sound of boots is ringing. I think he's come. I will tell you the rest later. Good luck to all.......

Remember that the is also a mother, sister, sister, girlfriend.

On TV, in newspapers, in speeches, when I discuss women's freedom, women's status, about some kind of rape, I laugh and keep quiet.

But, human beings, don't be silent. Get up, get up, wake up, think for people like us. Do whatever you can to help.

Wipe the tears of the females. Until then.......