HUNGERrrrr....

I was accompanied by my classmates for a research on 'SLUMS IN MUMBAI' for my urban sociology grade where I stepped in1 of the metro slums.

My blog narrates an irony of a father who was burdened by poverty. He was dragging his entire being in2 it. With no option left 2 overcome. he trailed his nerves, as though his words sanctified the purpose with which he faced himself. I saw his white bone thrash his eyes(his inner being was hitting him @ some level as he was uncomfortable "selling" his' daughter'. 2 a posche lay man.

He carelessly offered her who had just started her menses. He proposed for a venus sale. The man followed him across the sprawling sands. I cud see his mind thumping in the flesh's sling. His body wanted d offer, he desired 2 have sex, his body was burning. Silence gripped my sleeves, my body clawed. We 4 enterd d shack. The palm fronds scratched my skin. I felt the wind was 'I' & the days & night flickering my lean open wound. Inside d shack an oil lamp splayed d walls wid d sticky soot. Its darkness crossed d space of my mind. I heard him say, " MY DAUGHTER, SHE'S JUST 15... FEEL HER. I'LL B BACK SOON.", & her father exhausted wile.

The sky fell on me & I saw 'long & lean, a young untaken girl, a budding body which was not used by any1.' There was nothing attractive abt her. She was dispensable- "USE & DUMP". She saw lots of hardships wid her family. Her malnourished & bony structure resembled it.

"She opened her wormy legs wide, I saw the hunger there, slithering, turning inside..."