There I was sitting by the lake side,
gazing at the star-studded night. And trying to get involved with the ambience
around me. I could feel the silence in
the surroundings and I tried to feel ‘peace’ if this is what it means. People
always say that the best things in the world are felt with closed eyes.. And as
soon as I closed my eyes and tried to feel the peacefulness around…The gentle
breeze of spring surrounded the cold atmosphere.. And I was about to frame a picture of “Symbol
of Peace”, when I suddenly was shuddered by the sounds of sobbing and weeping..
I immediately opened my eyes and looked
around.. The moonlight was faint enough to give me a clear view. So I went
nearer to the object or figure from where the sobbing sound came.. As soon as I got nearer, I saw a lady in
creased synthetic saree, may be in 30’s standing at the lake on a few feet wall
that surrounded it and almost on the edge of it. Moreover, I recognized from
her bumpy belly that she must have been pregnant. And was standing on the edge
of the wall and thinking whether to jump off the wall into the lake or not..
The blue waters of lake of course seem to be calling for her.
I thought to ignore her, scared of not
getting involved into any issue like any other normal citizen…(Mango
Man/Girl)…But all of a sudden there was something that made me pause. I just
made up my mind, went to her and asked her – “Excuse me..!”..
She was scared and was almost shivering
and turned around and burst into tears aloud.. I let her cry for her catharsis
to burst out.. After few minutes I gave her a bottle of water to drink… And
asked her what was she upto and why? And what was her name and all..
She wiped of her tears and told me – “My
name is Tabassum. I have come from Kolkata. I am pregnant and …”
Before she could say further I
interrupted… Don’t know for what.. and said – “The father of the kid left you
so u r ending your life? Why? What is the fault of the kid that has not even
born? U can’t give punishment to an embryo for the crime done by a father naa?
And blah blah blah..”
But ya after Tamanna, again a name I
fell in love with Tabassum – A smile…
She dint utter a word and let me speak.
Once I was done with my questionnaire with no answers given from her. She told
me – “I don’t know who the father is.. ” And she gave me a stare..
I looked her straight into the eye. For
some reason I could not take my eyes off that tearful hazel eyes which sparkled
more with tears. All of a sudden I was
shaken with cool breeze and by assembling words very difficultly I asked her..
“uuuuhhhmmmm… what do u mean?”
She took a deep breath and told me – “I
am Tabassum. I have come from Kolkata. I am pregnant. I was born in one of the
slum areas of Kolkata. I was
malnourished as a child. But recently I come from a place where there are
bright tungsten lights at grocery shops and high volume pop music playing at
the tea stalls. And between those tea stalls, are the narrow lanes where young
girls with heavy makeup and colourful clothes get lined up. The girls of
various ages, religions, caste, etc that try to draw attention of men by
laughing, chuckling and pulling their hands..”
I suddenly felt the tiny droplets of
perspiration on my forehead inspite of cold weather and my hands shivering and
going numb. And I was almost about to say .. “So u r a prostit***”.. But I
hardly can be that blunt ever so I decided to keep mum and asked her to
continue.
She continued – “It was a mandatory
contract that we were to serve atleast 10-15 customers each day .. When I went
there for the first time, my dad took me there and left me when I was 12 years
of age… I felt it all very gaudy and dirty and denied to do what Sardarni asked
me to do…(the brothel owner).. But my dad had left me there for good and there
was no escape and dint know way to my home..
So I was forced to serve a customer at the age of 12 and I was bleeding
and crying…”
She was almost into tears as if it all
happened yesterday.. I patted her on her back and asked her to drink some more
water..
She continued- “ I used to serve
customers one after another whole day and night .. almost 20-25.. And If I
denied to do that I was not served food for that day…”
I started shivering now. I asked her –
“What is ur age?”
She said – “I am 18 years old now”… And
I was shocked .. Because she looked in 30s..
I asked – “But u look much elder than
your age?”… And I was still not believing her age.. I thought may be because
she’s from slum area, she might not be knowing her perfect age but half the
age??
She told me – “When I joined I was
malnourished. So I was given injections of ‘Oradexon’ – a steroid in order to
gain weight, appear healthier and more attractive to clients.. And this drug
can be found on any tea stalls or grocery shops around the brothel.. We don’t
require prescription for it..”
And I was like numb now.. I asked her
“Is this the same drug that farmers use to fatten their cattle”.. and she
agreed to it.. Now I was speechless..
She continued – “ We are given 300-500
rs per day… But I don’t know how much I actually earned because Sardarni used
to take away all my income and in return she served me food for 3-4 times a
day. For me, that was enough.. Food and shelter! .. May be because some
customer might not have used precautions so I got pregnant and my sardarni left
me.. Because she knew that I was of no use to her since I would not have been
able to serve the customers… I came here with one of my friends who brought me
here… But I lost her on the station… And now I am pennyless and jobless and
shelterless.. If I can not survive, how will this kid survive? .. And even if I
survive and give birth to a child and if it happens to be a girl, due to
poverty it will again be the next Tabassum? ..i don’t want it… ”
I just asked her if she knew all
household work.. She agreed to it.. I told her to save her ownself and the kid
as well by working as a maid at various places.. She can earn her living and also bring up her
child in a better way. She was lost in thoughts for sometime…
Then she agreed to it and decided to
stand on her own feet… I gave her food and some money and left from there…
Again… as soon as I turned.. she gave me
a voice.. “Memsaab… Thank you for saving mine and my kid’s life..” and she
smiled…
I just told her – “God bless u and the
kid and keep smiling!”
A Smile – A Tabassum was back on her
face which had faded and crushed long before…
