STORY-THERE ARE NO MEN IN THIS STREET
I dream of a beautiful wife, a flat in Marine drive and a
car.
The reality is that I sleep among ten men, in a hall, with a
single bath room; so I get up well before others and et ready. I have to dress
like a gentleman, though I have no work. For a living, I type. The typewriter
is hired and kept in the house, in front of which I do my work. One day the
owner of the machine captured it, because, I had faulted in payment of his dues.
I had sent money home, for urgent needs, when I got the letter from mother. The
Lady, in whose house the machine was kept, took pity on me and I got the
machine back, when she paid the amount to the owner. This incident brought us together and I began
thinking about the life of the women in the street. I explained to Madam:”You
people think nothing about the future. If each one give me ten rupees daily, we
shall deposit the money in the Bank daily. When needed by any one member, it
may be withdrawn. A management, with
three members, must keep proper accounts etc.
Do you like the idea?”
The next day, all met and I explained the scheme to them. I
paid ten rupees. One by one, all paid and I wrote it in a note book. A young
girl among them, became the clerk; myself the secretary and Madame the
President. The joint account in the SBI was in the name of myself and Madam.
Soon the number of members increased and all were happy.
”You[AP1]
give me your photo and bio-data. “ I complied and witin a week I was called for
interview in a Finance Company. The manager asked:”What are you doing now?” I said
that I am doing job typing. I also explained my scheme for sex workers. He was
very much impressed:”We need people like you. By this time, you must have
deposited lakhs of rupees.” He appointed me as Special Assistant. I returned
and told Madam. She said:”Where will you
stay? I have a special room, where my customers have no access. You may stay
there.
The young girl was very happy. By this time, the number of members
increased considerably. The girl and myself used to sit in the night for hours,
after my return from the Company every dy. One night she asked:”Will you marry
me?” How can I refuse, merely because she is a sex worker? Are all house wives
chaste ? I agreed and the next day, we told Madam.
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