The queens of night

It was 15^th December, my company had organized a Family Day for all employees and their family members. The objective was to bring families closure so that the professional bondage can be transformed into personal. The expenditure was in few lacs of rupees and the event was a full day programme.

Being a winter day the day was great, every ray of sun was precious and more precious was the feeling of warmth. The day broke, the sky turned magenta, then few shades of orange and blue and slowly and slowly darkness spread its tentacles all over. The kids’ were running around and their parents running behind them and it was a moment worth to remember.

Once the last shade of evening made way for the night, it was time for many families to take leave because the temperature was coming down and it was almost impossible for them to manage the little flowers of their garden.

With fall of night the cork openers and the popped corks made a beautiful music in the ears of those who love to ease of some of their pains through the bitterness of their mouth. Everything, was fine and picturesque till I found that there are few girls in their early twenties who were serving some evening snacks to all those who had a glass in their hand and every contour of their body was measured by some greedy eyes with watery mouth. Each of the girl were having bright and unmatched make-up on their face still all of them adorned an elastic smile as if saying look we are ready to be plundered, it is you who have to make the first move but nothing comes free so you have to throw away some notes and that’s all!

Life is so cruel? Is not it? Every girl has a wish to be a wife, mother, sister any relationship you think, they constitute one half of it. But, what might have been the need that at such hours in a firm house at a distance of 10 kms from the main city, they were flaunting their bodies to be consumed by some men like us and to forget them as a sweet dream. Still, we think we proved our manhood, we enjoyed life, we enjoyed a woman but do we ever think at what cost?

Everytime I come out of a multiplex or mall when I see little kids playing among themselves with whatever little means available to them I feel pity! Not on them but on me, you know why, I never garnered such courage to at least change life of one such kid. I am a failure, tomorrow whatever be my social status I am going to get it at a cost much more than anyone can ever imagine.

Still, every night ends with a day, so I think there will be a day when nobody will die because of lack of food or a good shelter. When, a smile just flashes on their faces I feel ashamed, this is called a smile which come out straight from their heart while enduring such pains to which they don’t even know whether a solution exists or not.