The water was dripping down on the bruised body, as she looked into the mirror. Her eye was drained in tears; her face wrinkled in pain. She wiped her face and looked down as the blood dripped the floor red...
The Little girl had a bad dream
and was crying aloud as her mother came running. She took the child in her arms
and whispered in the ears, “Mom will always be with you, don’t you cry my
dear child. All the night mares will disappear one day”. Comforted by words, she was falling into sleep again.
Someone was knocking on the door.
She opened the door, and there stood a middle-aged man in late 40's holding a
mobile in his hand and chewing pan.
He said, “Be ready for
tonight, the night will be wild and money will be raining. Put your best act on
the floor”. She looked into his eyes, and nodded. The man left, and she
closed the door gently.
Lying beside with her daughter,
tears rolled…
Painting her lips red and wearing
black, she was getting ready for the night.
The music was playing loud, and
bright spinning light flashing all over the room. The spotlight was now on her
as she sensuously swayed with the rhythm. The crowd swayed with the act.
Music faded into a darkened room.
She was laying in her bed
tortured and bruised. She was deliberately trying to pick herself up.
In the room not so far, her
daughter playing with the same man who came earlier. He took
the child in his arms said, “You
little twat, One day; you too can share the floor with your other ”.
The little girl looked into his
eyes, and said, " I want to see my Mama".
He replied back, “She is
having a really good time drilling money. Let’s wait here until she is done”.
The door slowly opened, and her
mother was standing in front of the room. She could barely stand, as she
took her daughter from him.
Throwing money on his face, she
slowly walked away with her daughter…