“I cannot breathe behind a closed door. I also cry while I laugh, I can’t control,” says Afsana, who has no memory of how she landed up in the dark alleys of a brothel.
Afsana is seen getting dressed for the day!
“It’s been a long time I want to go to a very green field. I have never been in any green field. But I really want to go. I have a disease, I cannot breathe behind a closed door. I also cry while I laugh, I can’t control. It’s causing a lot of trouble to our mother. Our mother is our madam.”
“I assured her I will be okay very soon, I will only laugh, will never cry. How I came to this brothel, I have no idea; I was too small to remember anything. But my only problem is, it’s very difficult to breathe here. Also, I have no memory of any person; I do not see any face when I close my eyes, I feel all alone.”
“Girls used to say they have no one too. But I tell myself, I must have someone, somewhere, may be a mother, a father or a lost family. I never had anyone to remember.”
“So I try hard to remember a face, just any face, and there comes no one. My friend, Priyanka usually wipes off my tears very quickly before I ruin my makeup.”
“She always reminds me, makeup is costly than my tears. She told me that one day we will go to a green field, she will take me there and I will breathe as much as I can.”
“Only I hope, on that day I will be able to see someone when I will close my eyes. At least once in my life, I want to feel that I am not alone.”