Kajol was a very pretty lissome patient of mine who danced in bars for a living and it made no difference to me as I treat every patient of mine with equal compassion and respect,regardless of who they are and what they do in their personal lives.She was once admitted with me for a failed suicide attempt-she had slashed her wrists badly out of depression but recovered soon to go back where she never wanted to but had to as she had no other option in her doomed life.She was depressed because her poor parents had pushed her into this line and were only concerned about the monthly money orders which she used to send home in some remote village in Bengal.
The bar was a nocturnal one where night turned to a day of brilliant shimmering lights where high and low people came to booze and blow their ill gotten money away, leaving behind their grieving wives home. Sleaze had no class divide! The merry making would continue till the wee hours, leaving the dancers exhausted to their bones. Mornings were meant for sleep but the afternoons were reserved for trading their bodies. She was an unwilling victim in this trade and had no escape route, all she did was for her younger sister Komal and her so called parents.She cried bitterly but had long buried her desires of leading a normal respectable life.She even had to endure the beatings doled out to her by the sadistic bar owners.
She fell in love with one of her customers who promised her the moon and she hoped that he would take her out of this ill fated sad life. They had decided to elope on the Valentine's Day !which symbolised love and hope for her, the big day came, but not her lover! She was dejected and felt sorry for her plight. As she returned back to her bar, she was shockingly informed about her lover cavorting with some other girl in a neighbouring bar. She had had enough of this life and wanted her misery to end. she could never be loved by anyone in this whole world but she wanted to change that.
The day after Valentine's Day, she was found in a mangled state on the railway tracks lying peacefully. She had celebrated her Valentine's day eventually, At least God would love her!
A solitary cop supervised her funeral. There were no roses or garlands on her body!
Komal was getting ready for the train to Mumbai. With tears in her child-like innocent eyes, she reluctantly boarded the hell bound train. The bar had found a replacement and would never miss her elder sister! She now belonged to the nocturnal dark side of Mumbai !
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