Have you ever been to a place where you see faces but no identity? You see bodies without destiny. Cars slow down their pace and men look out of their window to see those bodies half-covered with shiny glittery sarees. Everybody that seeks to share her own body under the dim light of passing shades of the moon. Have you ever been to a road where love is sold; where emotions being auctioned just for a few rupees?
But if you look carefully at those girls in dresses. You might notice something which nobody addresses. Behind those shiny sarees and makeup so wild. You'll see a compassionate mother desperate to earn for a child. You will see them burn helplessly in the midst of need and desperation while their kids grow up, outside those shut doors. You will see their compulsion of not meeting their family ever again.
"I was just 16 when I went missing from my hometown. I reached the city amidst the slaughter. I never saw my family again. I was sold while I was still a daughter." - emotions stated from one of those bodies.
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