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I don’t want to live a life of a prostitute. But I have to.

    “Ready?” Apte asked. I replied with a yes. But am I really ready to do this? 10 years ago     “Rani, we have no  dal  (pulse) to eat today.” my mother said.      “It’s okay  aama  (mom), we’re okay with rice.” I replied.       “But I want dal too” my younger brother cried.       “Yes you  fuche badmass  (naughty boy). But aren’t you late for your school?” I said.  The same moment I saw my mother smiling with tears in her eyes. My father died when I was four. Since then my mother took care of me and my brother. She did everything alone. She used to go to others and wash dishes.                                             ...