Whisky, Women and World

Chapter 4

A grand opening of a new electronic store took place in the heart of Chennai city. The event was filled with excitement as the vibrant beats of Kerala music called chend melam echoed through the air. A troop of enthusiastic youngsters showcased their musical talent by playing energetic tunes on chenda drums at the entrance of the store. Their rhythmic beats captivated the attention of the passersby, drawing them towards the store.

The store's pamphlets were strategically displayed, enticing customers with unbelievable offers. These offers were not just meant to attract attention; they were designed to encourage people to step into the store and explore its wide range of mobile devices and accessories. The store promised a remarkable shopping experience, with a vast selection of cutting-edge smartphones, tablets, and other home appliances.

As customers entered the store, they were greeted by a modern and inviting ambiance. The spacious layout showcased the latest mobile technology, creating a sense of awe and curiosity among visitors. Knowledgeable staff members were ready to assist customers in finding the perfect mobile device that suited their needs and preferences. However, upon entering the store, potential buyers were informed that the offer only applied if they purchased a combo deal consisting of both a mobile phone and a smart watch. This clever sales tactic increased the overall purchase value and boosted profits. Furthermore, the store claimed to offer a wide range of washing machines. But their true intention was to sell a particular expensive washing machine that had been left unsold for an extended period. This particular machine had been transferred from another branch of their franchise, further indicating their desperation to sell it. Despite the shop's claims, many people entered purely for sightseeing purposes. They quickly discovered that the air cooler provided a welcome respite from the scorching afternoon heat. This allowed them to escape the oppressive weather and enjoy a brief relief. Additionally, the shop generously offered complimentary soft drinks to all visitors, further enhancing their experience.

Amidst the sea of people, the store manager emerged, clutching a sizable stash of five-hundred rupee notes. This roll of money appeared quite substantial, possibly amounting to ten to twenty thousand rupees in total. The crowd's attention immediately shifted to the manager. Their eyes filled with curiosity, wondering where he was headed with such a lot of money. He then called the three transgender individuals who were waiting for his arrival, and together they started walking towards him. Amongst the three, one of them was Simran. As they gathered around, Simran gracefully collected the money and blessed it with a heartfelt gaze. With the money in their possession, they moved away to find a quiet place where they could count it. The crowd, curious and intrigued, turned their attention towards Simran, eagerly waiting to see what she would do with the money.

Once Simran and her friends finished counting the money, Simran walked towards the entrance center. With confidence, she asked everyone to move to the side, creating a clear path for herself. Noticing Simran's actions, the manager joined in. With a professional tone, the manager addressed the customers, requesting them to wait for a while before crossing the entrance. She touched the money on her eyes again, an act of blessing, and put it in her mouth, balanced with her teeth. This ritual, rooted in tradition, held deep significance for her. It was believed to bring good fortune and ward off misfortune. After completing this initial step, she touched the floor, seeking another blessing. The floor, considered sacred ground, held powerful energies. By touching it, she hoped to connect with these energies and receive their divine blessings. Having received her blessing from the floor, she swiftly jumped, aiming to hit the top of the entrance door. The door, towering above her, represented new opportunities and possibilities. With a powerful leap, she stretched her body, extending her arm as far as she could, until her fingertips brushed against the top of the door. This ritual was not a one-time occurrence for her. Instead, she repeated it three to four times, reinforcing the blessings she sought. Each repetition deepened her connection to the divine, reaffirming her faith and commitment. Finally, after completing the rituals, they walked away from the store without looking back.

"Did you look at any other ads for rent?" Simran asked Sheela as they made their way back to their scooters.

"I tried talking to two owners today, but those bastards hung up after hearing my voice for a few seconds. Bastards!" She doubted that her manly voice, with its peculiar womanly tone, was the reason for it.

"Ok, but we have to find a place soon or else we will end up on the streets again. I heard they are bringing more girls next month," Simran said.

Sheela replied, "Yeah, yeah. And those girls must be beautiful. I heard they were young and would sell out easily. And they will throw us away and we will have no money. You saw this Lekha right? She is already in high demand for them. A rare piece they call her."

"She is a child, keep her away from this." Simran's face turned red with anger as the other two women couldn't help but burst into fits of giggles.

"A girl with a beautiful body is good for business. Actually, if you are a woman and have a great cunt down there, you are good business. No matter how old you are. But you, you possess neither. So it is certain you are about to end up without money."

Simran clenched her fist tightly, her nails digging into her palms, as she tried to contain her rage. She punched Sheela on her back and said, "Shut your disgusting mouth and go check out that house Grace told about."

"Don't raise your hand on me. It hurts... And where are you going?"

"I saw this advertisement near this tea stall where we drank tea last night. Also, Lekha has been picked up by an early client. I will take her and check the house."

Sheela, imbued with obscene remarks added, "Only girls in high demand get clients during the day."

"I will see you at night." Simran scowled at them and started her scooter.

"Same street where we stood yesterday right?" Sheela screamed.

"Same street where we have been standing since last month." Simran screamed back as she drove away.

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