Awakening

Monica woke up from her dream to an annoying buzz of her cell phone which was kept at a distance. It was kept on the dresser. She tried to reach out while staying in the bed with her beautifully carved fingertip by stretching her fair and slim arm to the maximum. But she failed to grab it though ! The cell phone fell down with a thud. She tried to gather her half covered body and moved it all the way down to the bottom of her bedpost and got it finally . It was 5 pm.

-“Gosh!!”she shrieked. "

-"what???"

"Is the tempered glass gone?” A muffled voice came out of the bed. "

She looked back with a deep sigh and saw Nilesh was looking all radiant with fulfillment . Surprisingly, he looked almost twenty years younger than his age. His face was glowing with a charming youthfulness which she just chiseled out.

Nilesh came to drop his daughter Nishi, Second yr, grad student at the hostel the previous evening and his stealthily admiring look was clearly indicating her to give him a secret, sinful favour. There she found another costumer to hook up with. Let it be anyone, she just needed money, that's it. So what he is the father of her room mate! Now she is old enough to understand that pocket-size matters more than age. It makes a greater difference in a deal.

"No, its fine. I shrieked because I’m running late for the girl’s hostle . It will be closed in an hour!”

she said while collecting her belongings in a haste. "

"No darling, not a problem, I will drop you there!”,

Nilesh offered her a ride.

Don’t bother. I can manage.

She started managing herself since she was in her parents house. It's been 5 years since now. She was from an unknown remote village where girls are not financially supported for getting proper education . Girls were forced to marry a suitable lad from the village near by . She was fallen prey like all other girls of her age.

She recollected her painful, miserable married days laden with suffering with three consecutive abortions since they all were females inside of her. That was a terrible past before she ran away. She was half literate, destitute having absolutely nothing to fall back on except her body.

It took strong will power confidence and about three years, for Meera to become Monica. Now she started studying by selling her nights. Her beautiful body would soon be shrunk and shrivelled. Why would she bother much about the outer skin when she was highly motivated inside to be someone in the society. She knew that she can do it because there was no other way out. Education alone will give her liberation.

She got dressed up to a suave, young , educated, independent,  charming girl. She grabbed the bulky envelop with cash in it, forced it inside her backpack, took her house key , her cellphone and with a pair of shining eyes she headed to the ladies hostel. Nilesh and other customers assisted her to chase the dream that seemed impossible once.