The DEVIL that the mind is!

She sat there twirling her hair strand looking at him from the corner of her eye. A bright pink figure hugging tee that flaunted her waxed shoulders completely, a short denim skirt that stopped right below her buttocks and a high fake leather brown boots; she was a perfect 10. None could have resisted gawking at her that day. And there he was, sitting quietly, sipping on his cup of steaming coffee and reading the sports page in the newspaper. She was desperate for his attention. For the first ever time she was insecure about her looks.

LOVE, SEX and DHOKA- connecting with self

http://www.the-nri.com/index.php/2011/10/prostitution-and-sex-india/

All was fine until I stumbled upon this link. My day was filled with myriad of emotions---ecstasy, bliss, happiness, anger, and satisfaction until this post made me sad in a very helpless way. This isn't the first time I have heard stories from the red light area. But what disturbed me was her (Anukriti's) inferences from her interactions with the sex workers. 

By the end of the article, my immediate reaction was to agree with Anukriti (the author of the post), shut myself in my room and curse the world for its ugly reality. Unfortunately I seemed to be more 'intrigued' and less 'affected' by the post. A number of things popped in my mind at a time, each one trying to beat the other.

Arranged marriage, emotion, suicides, Love sex aur Dhoka- the movie, photography, drugs, love marriage, death, diseases, life, nirvana, detachment.

TRUST ME. Even I was unable to figure out the connection between these words at once. A human mind races so fast that it beats the speed of light! So I took the effort of rewinding my thought process and playing it in a super slow mode.

MEMORIES OF MIDNIGHT...

 

As the shimmering rays awaken her in slow pace,

a smile adorns her delicate face...

oblivious of the events of her past night

and what she brought home before twilight.

As her eyes carefully open,

 reality stabs her like a weapon.

"Oh sweet Lord...I cant feel him besides me...

He is gone...just like that...

without a word...without a promise..."