I'm not so good that someone will think about me ... it's a favour that you thought about me

For the first time I understood that a wrist full of bangles means to be married ... for the first time I understood that trying to listen to the footsteps of a man returning back home is called as waiting ... for the first time I understood that only when a woman is called a wife, a soul enters her body

In this world every woman is there to be sold ... she either sells in the house or in the market ... sometimes she is sold for money and sometimes for household duties ... somewhere she sells herself at her own wish and somewhere she is sold

There is fire on the threshold of a brothel ... and a girl's honour burns when she steps on it ... and she turns from a respected person into a prostitute