I saw a girl at 1 AM in Delhi.
She was completely out of my league and out of the league of my whole group. But she was there, standing, ready to sell the most important part of her body.
I was feeling so small standing there. I usually don’t judge people. But for a girl like her, standing for just 1000 or 2000 per night, I knew something was odd.
I felt a deep urge to go and talk to her. But I stopped as people who sell their bodies have no room for talking.
I was scrutinizing her from a distance when a man came there, drunk, and talked with her. She sat in his car, later, and he drove away swiftly.
If we analyze the situation closely there’s only one reason she’s doing it— money.
Money makes us do things that we don’t imagine in our dreams when we are young. It makes us degrade ourselves. And it makes us question our values in life.
Saying money is not important holds when you’re no longer a part of this materialistic world. When you join monkhood. But once you’re into this world that makes us unhuman— you need money. You need money as you’re scared of death or fame or status.
Money is bullshit.
And we chase the bullshit throughout our lives.
We all are gifted,
