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the post also features an animated video depicting the spread and evolution of language across Eurasian continent.
Prostitution
A beautiful post I found on FB
"I wont pay a penny more than 200 rupess"
Sahib said. I looked at him seductively biting my lips."Make it 300 sahib,I promise you won't regret it." "I'll pay u 250 and that is final. You will have to make my night worth or I won't pay you a single penny." "I had no customers that day and I had no option but to agree. "Okay Sahib, as u say. Give me the money and I"ll make preparations for everything."
Sahib said. I looked at him seductively biting my lips."Make it 300 sahib,I promise you won't regret it." "I'll pay u 250 and that is final. You will have to make my night worth or I won't pay you a single penny." "I had no customers that day and I had no option but to agree. "Okay Sahib, as u say. Give me the money and I"ll make preparations for everything."
I am a prostitute by profession and a proud one at that. My name is Priti but people here call me "Chikni". It's like a pen name you writerguys have. My parents wanted me to become a doctor. But I have always wanted to be a lawyer. Things became bad when my dad lost his job as a security guard when the mall closed down. I had to discontinue my studies because I was expected to take care of the house,my parents, and my younger brother.
I remember how my mother forced me to sleep with my neighbour for a 100 rupees. I was 15 yrs old den. I felt dirty and used. But I had a hearty meal after days. I couldn't sleep that day. I kept wondering what is worse : people's self-imposed morals or sacrificing yourself on the altar of your self-imposed morals . Hell, I don't think I did anything wrong. I would rather be called a prostitute than go hungry for days because somebody else thinks its morally wrong.
"Here's your money." Sahib threw the notes on my face. "Thank You Sahib." I bowed . I couldn't stop thinking what I'd do with those notes. I had to buy rice and vegetables. I was going to buy a few onions too. It'd been ages since I had onions. I wanted to buy an ice cream too. So much to do, so little to spend, I smiled.
In life, I've realized , morals are like neighbours. We are all fine with them, until they threaten to invade our life to totally ruin it. I could see the glee on my brother's face when I gave him the ice cream. Your morals don't make me happy, my lack of it does.
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