The Nameless Girl At The Bus Stop #Blog Prompt

The Nameless Girl At The Bus Stop #Blog Prompt

The sunrays seeped through the branches, pierced through the window and fell on Preeti's eyes waking her up.

She sat on her bed appreciating the morning beauty of nature.

"The poetry of nature is never dead. - John Keats"

She recollected one of her favourite quotes and carried on with her daily ablutions.

At around half-past eight she was all set to leave for work. Like every day she walked to the bus stop.

She looked around but couldn't find the girl she met every day at the same time.

They weren't friends or acquaintances but her absence filled Preeti's heart with angst.

One week passed by and Preeti couldn't find that girl. She knew nothing about her and it had made finding her further difficult.

After ten days Preeti's face beamed with happiness on finding her.

She waved to her but that girl behaved as though she never knew Preeti.

Preeti was taken aback by her behaviour. On closer observation, Preeti saw the girl's eyes were black and her lips were swollen.

"Are you okay? I was worried about you as I couldn't find you here for the past ten days," said Preeti walking to her.

The girl gave a partial smile but did not utter a word.

"I'm Preeti. I work for a private firm. What about you?" Preeti gave her introduction.

"I'm someone you may not be interested in getting acquainted with." responded the girl.

"Why do you say so? Where do you work?" asked Preeti intrigued

"I work at multiple places, at varied timings depending on where and when my demand is high and I'm paid well." said the girl.

Preeti grew suspicious of the girl but tried not to reveal it by her facial expressions.

"Break the suspense. What do you do?" asked Preeti?

"Well if you insist, I am a call girl." said the girl.

Preeti was shocked and stood there speechless for a while.

"You still wish to talk to me?" questioned the girl

"I'm sorry," said Preeti.

"The injuries on your face," said Preeti.

"Oh, it's nothing. one of my clients had got extremely passionate while I had gone to the hotel to offer my services to him." said the girl.

"Why don't you report it to the police?" asked Preeti.

"You appear naive. People like me that is the clan of sex workers don't have any rights. Moreover, we can't share our plight with anyone. While we are demeaned those who feast on us go unnoticed. People fail to realise it takes two to tango." said the girl sobbing.

Preeti didn't know what to say.

"Didn't you try to escape?" she blurted.

"Good question. I was dragged into this hell at the age of sixteen. I initially resisted doing any of this to my full power. I was thrashed, my hands and feet were burnt with cigars and I starved for almost a month. When I wasn't giving in they blackmailed me saying if I don't follow their orders my younger sister would be their next target. To keep my little sister safe I gave in." explained the girl.

"I'm sorry. I can't imagine the pain you have been through," said Preeti patting her.

"No, you don't have to. I don't want any other girl to rot like me," she said.

"Everybody hits you?" asked Preeti.

"No, not all of them. Some of them are kind. They treat me well while some on the other hand are monsters. On my lucky days, I feel less pain and less awkward and I thank God for that. On the other days, I pray God gives me strength so I can endure all this." said the girl.

"May I take you to the hospital?" offered Preeti.

"These external wounds will heal but the demeaning words flung at me by society, the raising brows as I walk by scathe, my soul. That can't be healed by any medicine. Thank you for asking. This is the first time someone has expressed her concern for me." said the girl her eyes brimming with tears.

"Can you do me a favour? Can you hand this over to the warden at an orphanage located a few kilometres from here? I go there every month to give them a part of my earnings and spend time with the kids. I would have gone today too but my body is sore and I have to gear up for the night. I know it's too much to ask for." said the girl.

"I will. Just give me the address. You take rest." said Preeti

"What's your name?" asked Preeti.

"I'm a nameless girl at the bus stop." said the girl smiling.

"Nice to meet you," said Preeti.

"Those words are music to the ears." said the girl.

"Will see you tomorrow?" said Preeti as she boarded the bus.

"Are you sure of that?" asked the girl.

Preeti nodded in affirmation.

This meeting with a sex worker made Preeti realise how blessed she was to lead a decent life. She expressed her gratitude to God and prayed for the stranger at the bus stop. She also decided she would donate a percentage of her earnings to fund the education of underprivileged girls.

It had indeed been a life-changing day for her.

Author's Note

The easiest thing one can do is pass their opinionated judgement about others. Let's not judge anyone or hurt them with our words or actions for we aren't in their shoes.

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