Reeling In The Years

Reeling In The Years

Introduction

Sefali had rounded a bend called the “Memory lane”; her childhood with her parents had been blissful till poverty and custom made them give her up to the temple and then those years in a brothel.

“Do you think you could learn this,” the priest had asked softly, he always spoke softly.
“Yes sir please, I could learn this,” she had murmured back, dance suited her temperament and could it be that a hobby could turn into a profession.
It had been a very smooth life for a girl of her age and things went fine till the man from the Dawood Ibrahim gang in Dubai, that ugly cruel looking guy had taken her to Mumbai where every living dream was knocked out by those sordid 10 years.

“Why don’t you come sit with me,” he had said thinking of how to entice this nubile nymphet.  Sefali had cringed and backed off.
“Come here,” she heard him say even more sternly and the fear of being tortured had made her go to him.  He was a thin man, about 25 and was a frequent on this road and especially this “Kotha.”
“What’s your name,” he had asked placing his hand on her young thighs, the touch was firm and Sefali cried out in pain.

He had gently moved his hand  down to her knees and then bent down to kiss her feet, Sefali couldn’t help but suppress a sigh of surprise.  His hands had continued to caress her calf and the tension rose in her lower half now, she had snatched back her leg and he had let her go.
“Calm down,” he had said and smoothly touched her elbow and then her forearm, it was a light feather touch and this time there was a shiver, she froze, not believing what was happening to her in this seamy shack.

After that first encounter, it had turned out to be routine work for the next few years, she wouldn’t admit it to herself, but this slim man had taught her something even while she had cringed in shame and fear.

          “His Thoughts were so Deep and Intense that they impaled her.”

The Road Map to Freedom

I have been with  Sefali Marik and Group from the city of Magrahat, South 24 Paraganas district in West Bengal for over a month, last night there was another windfall of $50 and we require about $100 in Lending to achieve the target.

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This time the solar guy walked in with a Solar Torch, it was an incredible piece of equipment with a small crank when the batteries weren’t charged, I wasn’t sure he was in the right frame of mind to sell today, though I must admit, the equipment looked very natty. 

“This is the Solar Torch, and you are with me from Su-Kam,” he said proudly.  I took the torch from him and it did look a very effective replacement for the Solar lantern, after all the torch apart from being a lantern was also portable and could be carried into the fields.

I had looked at her today only once when she had walked in, she was pretty and her eyes held a promise like never before.  I opened the door for her and she came in and took a seat, I would never forget that I was sitting with the most important person in my life.  She kept her laptop bag and began to talk, “I would love to drive, that’s your car isn’t it?” she asked and I nodded,”Yes I could teach you how to drive.”

Just then Sefali and her group walked in and I looked at them and said,”Well Done Ladies,” last night had been a success and they all knew how hard they had worked for it.  Every single penny earned through hard work was worth a million through falseness.

“In the Promise of Those Eyes, I Saw Fame and Destiny”