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Story in thread
(13/14) Today at 27, I am a registered nurse at a local pediatric hospital. When my father was critical and passed away due to liver cirrhosis, they helped me conduct his final rites too.
(12/14) But when the police took me to the station, I disclosed the truth. My perpetrators were imprisoned, and I was taken to Snehalaya.Snehalaya gave me a chance to pursue my education, explore my hobbies and chase my dreams.
(11/14) I dialed the Snehalaya Child helpline and begged them to rescue me.The next evening as I was being forced into the red light area, the cops turned up.The lady had instructed me to lie about being 18.
(10/14) One evening, when most people in the home left for a wedding, one of the kind-hearted members approached me.They couldn't let me escape but allowed me to make one phone call.
(9/14)That night, she tried to lure me into commercial sex work saying it would earn me more money. I refused and kept crying, so she locked me up in a room for days. There, I was abused and could only step out for bathroom breaks.
(8/14)The lady (who I began to trust) told me we would step out for a stroll. My blood ran cold when we entered a dingy red light area. She introduced me to the commercial sex workers there as the 'new girl' who would 'join' them soon.
(7/14)My roommate told me to check the facility out, so we travelled to Shevgaon.The next day, my roommate was sent home, and I was taken shopping for new clothes and makeup.
(6/14)One day, a lady walked into our home, claiming she would help me pursue education again - and I could come live in her facility. I declined the offer, yet she kept insisting.
(5/14)And I left home in search of another job.I met a friend who brought me to Ahmednagar. We rented a small room, and I started working at a telephone booth.
(4/14)My father and I used to sleep outside the dhaba, and soon, the owner started questioning the nature of our relationship.Deeply hurt by his vile comments, my father drowned himself in alcohol even further.
(3/14)I was the oldest in my class and was bullied every day. So I dropped out at the age of 11. My father cut my hair short, dressed me in baggy clothes and allowed me to work at a local dhaba.
(2/14)My father, who worked as a server in a small food joint, couldn't cope with her death and turned to alcohol.We returned to my native town, and I started attending school again. Due to the long gap, I joined Class 2.
(1/14)"I was eight years old when a fight over the communal tap killed my mother. Two women pinned her hands down, emptied a stove full of kerosene and set her body alight. She succumbed to 99 per cent burns a few days later.