DELHI DIARY PART (IV)

The builder, every night , went to terrace to talk to her “illegal affair”.  

Below, in their room, DK was waiting for him to come down to begin what couples do after marriage.

The routine talk with the “illegal affair” turned suspicion. And DK began to collect facts.  

She became aware that her “husband”  is romancing with some other girl in the town. 

The marriage ended in divorce, and DK came to her uncle’s place. The parents had disowned her.

Three months, six months, a year-her aunt swallowed her presence.  At night, she would conspire against her ……..   

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Dear Damsel,

I hope you have been waiting for DK’s story-after all, a girl is involved in it. From childhood, you have been educating girls and women. I am sure, in silent lessons in closed room, you might have come across the marriage sessions, and teaching young and old minds, their responsibilities for their husbands or how to carry on the traditions of married life. DK, though not being trained by any messiah in the locality, played her part honestly.  She never knew that fate will take her to a brothel, and bear the ruthlessness of men-who behaved like animals on the bed….

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The spell of hot season is nearing an end in Delhi. We recently had a drizzle -what they say monsoon. I am sure the word “monsoon” would have brought a romantic feeling in your nerves. But, it is like other inconvenience those living in Delhi face. The lanes and bylanes are covered with  filth. The smell of human excreta envelopes the air. The roads are waterlogged. The transport is jammed.  And, you might be wondering, does this really happen in the Capital city of “mighty India”. Yes, Delhi is different to your imagination.

You know, when I go to the office, in the morning,  I see men and children, in a queue, holding up their trousers and excreting openly. The human waste fills the footpath-like some bridegroom has to come and the faeces with silver and brown linings decorate the way for him. 

    

Excreting openly  is not a shame here. What the shame is that these people don’t have “secret rooms” to defecate. I don’t know if the government is to blame for it.

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One day, uncle called DK and suggested her to go to Delhi for Sex-it will help her to earn a living for herself.

When in Delhi, she began to learn the trade-satisfying the hunger of men for money-and bearing their animalism.

She also realized how a woman can’t understand the feelings of the other woman, as the brothel was run under the supremacy of the women, and they were cruel to her-when it came to offering service to their customers and forcing her to please them. The initial period was tough to ingest. Later, she began accepting this her fate. During the nights, when she was unclothing and presenting herself to different races of men, she came across a chubby man… . At first, for DK, he was like other men, as she has learned the life in Delhi-understood its people.    

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For her people  in Delhi lived with a purpose-as long as it serves them, they love it and when not, they throw  it in a gutter, which smelled of the monsoon rains.  She was wondering how people  can be inhumane-devoid of emotions, undisciplined. For her, the life was so unorganized in Delhi that she left any hope-that things will get better.

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Dear Damsel,

It is disheartening, I know, what you have heard about DK. But, I know, you will be curious to more about Delhi and its people, as I am living here. The DK’s understanding of Delhi’s life and its people is somewhat relevant. For, she has watched it closely.

You know, In Delhi life is different. The city throws many challenges to you. First is learning its people. You know, when we were in school, you were taking away any weed or stone along the road-saying it might hurt someone. I miss this sense in people here. Sometimes, I wonder if you were here-would you have  done the same thing-to clear the road-sides filled with waste materials and footpaths bearing the marks of pan masala-spit by the conscious minds. I am sure you would have tried it-but the people’s attitude and city water scarcity  would have prevented you.   

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In most of the nights, DK's customers are people looking dirty-their hairy dusty and unkempt, mouthes smelling of gutka with a yellowish layer occupying the teeth. They are the people earning a hard living in Delhi and paying for cheap sex in the night. The other customers include policewalas, karikars, chaudhrys.

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Before the Chubby man, DK has never revealed anything about herself to anyone. She believed that people can’t be trusted, especially the metropolitan.

When the Chubby man deposited a night’s money in one of his many visits in the brothel, he had a new plan for DK in the offer. He was thinking would she accept it. When she came in pink blouses and panties, the Chubby face gleamed with her fragrance. It was time to express…..

To be continued ………….         

Shiekh Qayoom