Duniya mein har aurat ek bikau maal hai ... woh chahe toh ghar mein bikke, chahe bazar mein ... kabhi woh paise ke liye bikti hai, kabhi ghar grahasti ke liye ... kahin woh khud bikti hai apni marzi se, kahin woh bech dali jaati hai

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

Hum kahan aaise ki soche koi ... tumne socha toh yeh ehsaan hua

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

Pehli baar jana ki chudi bhari kalaiyon ka matlab suhaag hota hai ... pehli baar jana ki subah ghar se nikle mard ke lautte kadamo ki aahat sunane ki koshish ko intezar kehte hai ... pehli baar jana ki biwi kehlane se hi aurat ke jism mein rooh padti hai

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

Kothe ki dehleez par aag hoti hai ... us par pair rakhte hi ladki ki izzat jal jaati hai ... aur woh izzatdar se tawaif ban jaati hai

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