Only a SOUL, Not a SLUT

Society may not be kind to her, but she is kind of society. 

She might be selling herself, but she is priceless. 

People ask for her body, but her soul is more giving.

The soul, I talk about was the one in news from the last week. Media talked over her on the front pages. People around the city hashed out her. Congratulatory buzzes even followed up from some corners. Does everything offer her an image of a kind/priceless/giving soul not a Prostitute?

Yes, she is a sex worker. Nobody knows her compulsion. Her reason may be a secret to herself. But, she has a heart to understand the reasons and compulsions of others. She gets herself excused from a fine-paying client in Puri, and makes an immediate train journey to Bhubaneswar, reaches a boy at the nick of the time. No, the boy was no rich client again. He was a son of a lifer, who needed some thousand bucks to attend a counselling for his admission in an engineering course. The boy leaves for his destination with the aided money from the sex worker.

In the above piece of news, two things show up. Her noble deed and her squalid profession. The point is which thing about her we celebrate, the former or later. It would be sad if her being a prostitute takes over her being a real human being. It would be a shame even if we applaud trolling, the kind gesture passed to the boy, by any smutty slut (A bitch did this... What you say!), not by only a sincere soul (Oh cool, what an amazing lady!)

My Young Friends! We can just think back when we made naughty eye contacts amid friends, chuckled superficially, passed a comment quickly, ‘She seems to be a slut,’ to anybody just because she stood on a road at odd hours and looked a little ratty. Whom we call a slut, she might make somebody’s day bright with what she earns making her night darker.

Let’s stop making judgments, let’s show some real understandings, of somebody’s life, act, speech, work or job.