Hey SAJHA ka sathi haru... MEMORYLANE-5 Rendezvous with Prostitutes in Delhi (part-II contd) Finally I dared to ask "Are you from Nepal?" She said nothing this time. The blue one was pretty shy all the answers were furnished by the pink one. It sounded like I was interviewing them. I felt pity for them. I wanted to know the whole shebang of them." How do they survive? How does all this hell happen to them? How were they dying to live?" I wanted to put all the questions in one go. "Where are you at loss of?" Pink one shouted immediately, "Nowhere" I grinned. Perhaps I was not talking to their point of view. They might have found me obnoxious. So I decided to put a question just to know much about them. Well, I have already had of sense of recognition for them. I reckoned them as my own sisters. Alas! They were unaware. However I gathered all the guts and dared to ask" How much do you............?" But I could not and how could I..........? "Bahini Ma pani Nepali ho" (I am from Nepal, sisters) finally I broke out but a big pause and no reactions only nonplussed. " I asked in Nepali about taking their photos but they denied directly. I kept camera aside. " From which part of Nepal you are actually?" I wanted to be as intimate as I could. " Ramechhap, Sindhului, Nuwakot, Jahapa?" I was asking again. But they were whispering themselves. I just felt pity, they were not serious at all. Without saying a word they gave a final glance and made their way. I could not cease them. In fact I could do nothing. I wonder how they have to scrimp for their hand to mouth in alien land where they must hate their own brothers. Imagine the thousands of Pinkies and Blues drowning in the city of Delhi, which is not, less than hell for them. I kept on gazing t hem. In no time one black man in early forty was holding Pinky's arm. I bet this time he was asking " How much for a night?" Thanks for reading The End ( this topic only, will be back with another incident) Anyone............ similar experiences?