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Late Evening,the beds were uplifted from the floor to somewhere in between the air, for her husband and daughter to sleep.They had to vacant the floor to fill up their stomach.Her daughter who was 3,was down with fever and husband lay unconsious beside the daughter. She wanted to hug her kid and be with her but was forced upon by circumstances to get ready. Her red lipstick just broke yesterday, but she got no time to fix it up, using a paint brush,she is applying it now.Around 6 years back she was told to apply the red one as it appeals the people.
Getting dressed in a hurry,fidgeting with her earring from one hand and removing excess kajal from another.She is almost ready for what needs to happen next. After about 5 minutes later, she could see a man entering into the room.
Coming from a lower class family,she didn't get education,but knew maths by heart,the men taught her that.She would serve 20 sometimes 30 men a day.Though she was forced into this institution she was determined not to put her daughter into this. And as for her, she had a body that was of men more than her's.Everyday she would think of running away but would stop.Going through so much in life,people would never care about what her state was, whether she was ill or sad or even happy and wanted to spend time with her family.She was only 23 and was dealing with all this, women like her surrender their whole life in this never ending agony.
But do they truly deserve it or human deserves to be humiliated this way?
There are uncountable number of women and also,men who involved in this ruckus and the number is increasing with each passing second.Why is it so profitable that it needs to be grown day by day?
Women are being sold and purchased more than anything else in this 'Society'.
So, who are to be blamed? The lady or the man who is giving her money to do so.Sadly,the money is not even hers!
The success rate is because of the buyers,then why aren't they blamed? Or looked at questionably in the society? are they not to be put through this humiliation equally if not more? 

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