Smell
of first rains came from the air. There was hustle bustle all around
the city. Monsoons have finally arrived. Children were playing football
in the first rains of the monsoon, Tea Stall Owner who sits near the bus
station was suddenly the most wanted person in the area.
BEST buses covered were the posters of Sunny Leone's JISM ran packed, Thanks to the unpredictable Mumbai rains.
I kept looking outside the window. My Life will never be the same again.
I am 32 and hail to a small village 20 kms. away from Jaipur district. Never even in my wildest dreams i had thought that i would travel to Mumbai. For a small town girl like me even going to a nearby small theater which was not even one km away from my village was one big thing and here i was staying alone in the big bad city of Mumbai.
I came here in search of love and in search of hope to live my life as widely as i can. I went where the winds took me. Fell In Love, Ran away from Home and landed up in the city of extremes.I had an open heart which wanted to love and an an open mind which was ready to accept the changes.
He painted a picture of Mumbai in my mind which was very far from reality. I realized this much later.
Things change, Time change but My Life never changed. In fact it has taken a turn for the worse.
Ten years have passed by. Mumbai has taught me how to wear a mask and be comfortable in a crowd.I work as an escort and work part time for a private agency. Today I have everything what i wanted from life. A posh flat in suburbs, car, lots of admirers who refuse to acknowledge me in public .But the peace of mind is still missing. Wish there was a sanctuary for the emotionally abused where all wounds could be healed.
I don't have anyone besides me, someone whom i can rely on someone whom i can trust. Its awfully hard to find a relationship while being an escort. Its takes someone very rare to cope with the realities of a girlfriend sleeping with random people every second night.
In our business there is always a big risk of getting infected Sexually. transmitted infections are a a big concern.
Knowing all this still i get up every evening, wear makeup and sit next to my cellphone waiting for my next client call.
I am a person who is looked down upon, Society is allergic to us and denies our existence. I am sick of ungracious,spiteful,envenomed socialites who treat us like a cancer to the society.
I am a product of an institute which was built by the society itself thousands of years ago.
But why am i writing all this. That Poster on the BEST bus caught my attention.
Half naked Sunny Leone moans are patronized but no one hears to our cries. Come Friday and all the Moral Vigilantes would be seen in a dark theater munching popcorn , sipping cola and enjoying curves of Miss Leone.
Decaying society's double standards are clearly evident. The standards which are self-defeating,contradictory and incoherent. When i was small I also wanted to be an actress. But today after knowing the profession i am in seriously doubt weather my resume is good enough for Mahesh Bhatt and company. Society still hasn’t grown out of its stereotypes.
BEST buses covered were the posters of Sunny Leone's JISM ran packed, Thanks to the unpredictable Mumbai rains.
I kept looking outside the window. My Life will never be the same again.
I am 32 and hail to a small village 20 kms. away from Jaipur district. Never even in my wildest dreams i had thought that i would travel to Mumbai. For a small town girl like me even going to a nearby small theater which was not even one km away from my village was one big thing and here i was staying alone in the big bad city of Mumbai.
I came here in search of love and in search of hope to live my life as widely as i can. I went where the winds took me. Fell In Love, Ran away from Home and landed up in the city of extremes.I had an open heart which wanted to love and an an open mind which was ready to accept the changes.
He painted a picture of Mumbai in my mind which was very far from reality. I realized this much later.
Things change, Time change but My Life never changed. In fact it has taken a turn for the worse.
Ten years have passed by. Mumbai has taught me how to wear a mask and be comfortable in a crowd.I work as an escort and work part time for a private agency. Today I have everything what i wanted from life. A posh flat in suburbs, car, lots of admirers who refuse to acknowledge me in public .But the peace of mind is still missing. Wish there was a sanctuary for the emotionally abused where all wounds could be healed.
I don't have anyone besides me, someone whom i can rely on someone whom i can trust. Its awfully hard to find a relationship while being an escort. Its takes someone very rare to cope with the realities of a girlfriend sleeping with random people every second night.
In our business there is always a big risk of getting infected Sexually. transmitted infections are a a big concern.
Knowing all this still i get up every evening, wear makeup and sit next to my cellphone waiting for my next client call.
I am a person who is looked down upon, Society is allergic to us and denies our existence. I am sick of ungracious,spiteful,envenomed socialites who treat us like a cancer to the society.
I am a product of an institute which was built by the society itself thousands of years ago.
But why am i writing all this. That Poster on the BEST bus caught my attention.
Half naked Sunny Leone moans are patronized but no one hears to our cries. Come Friday and all the Moral Vigilantes would be seen in a dark theater munching popcorn , sipping cola and enjoying curves of Miss Leone.
Decaying society's double standards are clearly evident. The standards which are self-defeating,contradictory and incoherent. When i was small I also wanted to be an actress. But today after knowing the profession i am in seriously doubt weather my resume is good enough for Mahesh Bhatt and company. Society still hasn’t grown out of its stereotypes.
I am not apologetic about what i do, I am a social servant...but its high time now...Time to accept us...Time to shed our hypocrisy.
Regards,
Unknown Mumbai Escort
