Choices

CHAPTER | 29

Kanchi walked down the stairs quickly, lifting her skirt up so as to not trip down. She hated when she was late especially for work. And she hated more that she had to run down the stairs rather than walk down with grace.

Usually, Kanchi took her time swaying her hips at every step, making the eyes the of the gully boys pop up with enthusiasm. She could feel her heart elate in the amount of attention she got with a mere sway of her hips. At her young age, with too many siblings in her home, she didn't get as much attention as she had wanted. But here in this very area, people treated her like treasure and she loved it... until now.

Now, there was Radhika taking all the spotlight and suddenly, it seemed like her childhood all over again. Like trying to do things rather differently to get someone to notice her presence. It wasn't that she wasn't good at what she did. In fact, she was far better than good. Then, why were people talking about Radhika? The cry-baby who often screamed at her customers, scarring them to life.

Kanchi had noticed that she had everything that Radhika had too. She was fairly beautiful, slim and dared anyone to try something new with her. If it wasn't for her big ass just below her slim waist and an almost non-existent boobs, she knew she had everything. Lately, looking at all the attention go out for Radhika for her perfect figure, Kanchi had often wondered if she had to lose all her money to get herself tweaked to be what Radhika was. Maybe a bit of a boob job and an ass job as well. She could even get her nose fixed while she was at it.

Kanchi closed her eyes for a moment and stood at the last stair and heaved a sigh. What did she do to deserve this kind of thinking?

"Stop it, Kanchi!" She hissed at herself. "There are a few loyal customers with you and they will stick by you!"

But deep down, Kanchi knew that she was just scared of being in the background, forgotten and lost. Over the years she had spent in the Pink Area, she had seen way too many things that had rocked her core. A part of her was scared that that might be her plight if she didn't take up the changes that the years offered her.

Pink Area was like a nest of its own, protecting and shielding every person that it homed. It gave a sense of security and assurance to the men and women out there who were lost and disgusted by their own form. Of course, the price to feel good about themselves were something that was too high, but it did bring an ounce of refuge to others. And when they were out of the system, it often became too hard to cope.

Kanchi, over the years, had learnt that for someone like her, time and beauty was the only thing that kept her in rotation. And if she lost it, she was lost for good. The nest often gave household works to the old and retired prostitutes, and some fortunate, famous ones became teachers to teach the art of sex to the younger batch. But the ones who were unlucky were the ones who suffered.

With no education, there was hardly nothing to do with life. Some killed themselves and some sold their bodies to a mere ten rupees to feed their hungry stomachs.

On sleepless nights, Kanchi often wondered what would happen of her if she did go out of the system when she was done. "Stop it!"

No, she was good enough to be not thrown out of the system. Obviously, she was well-known for her tricks which left her customers wanting for more. She knew the art to make them come back for more. If nothing, she would become a eunuch to the younger ones.

She took a heavy breath, finally settling to that hope.

As she descended down the last step, she saw that Radhika was getting ready to head to the hotel too. And just like that, all the insecurities came back crashing her solid walls around her. A twirl of jealousy and inferiority raked inside of her.