“Sometimes when dhanda is not good, we have to sell ourselves for as low as Rs. 200. But during festivals, the market is good. We easily earn at least Rs. 1000 per night.” ~ Sex worker
It took you just 2 seconds to read this quote, but to discern the frightful pain behind this line is beyond your scariest imagination.
No woman ever dream of being a prostitute, it’s their dreadful circumstances that force them to take up this cursed profession.
While SHE sells her beauty every night, her customers turn a blind eye to the beauty that lies within. The beauty that says she is a mother, a sister, and someone’s daughter.
It is a sinful world but they are not sinners. Maybe we are because we look at them as objects of sexual gratification, and this callous thought must be changed. And how?
Maybe when people will understand the everyday agony of a prostitute, perhaps, they would change. And this is what Kunal Kapoor is trying to convey in his short poem.
Listen to the poem here, and it will make you a bit uncomfortable because very often, the truth is bitter.