Why Me As A Girl
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Why Me As A Girl

That is the only open question which pokes me every morning when I wake up.

I hail from a village where women are meant for cooking and men for pottery. At the age of 16, my dad died in sunstroke and am left with four young sisters and a brother. Me being the only breadwinner of my family had to rush for money to make our both ends meet.

In clueless, I joined as a housekeeper in a restaurant where big shots come to drink-->dance-->date.

I always cover my face with a dupatta and serve them but still, I feel someone touching my butts.

When I clean the dance floor, there will be ten's of men anxiously waiting to see my cleavage.

When I knock the door to serve a meal, an unshirted man opens and pulls me on to his bed -I shout and scream but there will be no one to help me out.

Those rich men throw me a few bucks but torture me and my body for the whole day.

There never ends my day, a second innings stars when I travel to my village in the only leftover auto rickshaw at 11 pm.

It will be overpacked with the drunken men and I will be made to sit in the rear seat. Sooner a young aged man leans on my thighs and makes me feel discomfort. Then comes my hip where I still wonder who is that fucking stranger who touches it. When I get down there will be two nasty men who intentionally pat my bosoms.

Despite all these hardships, I come home with a smile to feed my hungry siblings.

If I get a chance to question the creator of this world, I would like to yell out and ask him #Why_Me_As_A_Girl?

There are scores of women who are still feeling insecure in their workplace. So never hesitate to like/comment/Share.

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