he streets like haunted caves beckon me and its ghost goes by the name of Dope...

I lay there on the bed. Lipstick smeared across my cheeks and mascaralike black holes encircling my sodden eyes. He rained the hundreddollars in tens and left, the door slammed shut. My duty was done.Hurriedly I scramble to pick up the precious green and stuff it into mypurse. I dress up, redo my makeup and head out.

My story is like many others. I emancipated myself when I was 18 andfrom then I was on a roll. "Hey there doll. You look mighty fine for ayoung thing like yourself. Have you ever considered modeling?" Wellwhat would you expect. I fell for it and soon found myself in the dump.My dignity stripped along with my clothes.

I guess I always was a rebel. My parents couldn't tolerate me anylonger so I decided to do them a favor. Take some load of. So I left toMumbai, city of... wait I need a smoke... Aaah yes, where was I... Ohya Mumbai... city of dreams, city of Bollywood, sin city of India...After Goa that is.

"Hey Charlie... I need some more. I'm low for the week. When aren'tyou?? Cash?? Ya I have it with me. Money first. Ok fine here." He handsme the frosted crystals. I take its aroma in. Never know when thesecheap low lives will be cheating you. You have to be on the look out nomatter what in this place. Everybody lies.

I head into his place. A party is going on as usual. Pinky, Simi andRose are here. Figures. Hindi music plays in the background like mistin the sky. Nobody bothers. All are here for one thing and one thingonly. Crack. Their whole lives go by it. Their mere existanceencapsulated in this small granule. I inhale...

"Hey boss, you want me, you can have me. Like this body have you seenanywhere. Full fit like item girl only. How much? Hundred. That's toomuch. Kya boss, experience raises the bar don't you think. Hmmm..." Ilinger on allowing him to scan me. "Okay, get in." Here I am, Lady ofthe night being driven in a Mercedes.Cant wait to tell the others.

Good evening. I'm Sheethal Mehta and here is today's breaking news. Ina series of murders involving call girls yet another has succumbed. Thepolice have found a Mercedes on Marine Drive. They suspect it wasstolen from Poison. Investigations are going on and the search remainsfor the elusive criminals.

My story is like many other unlucky ones. Lipstick smeared across mycheeks and mascara like black holes encircling my sodden eyes. I guessI always was a rebel. Nobody bothers. Here I am, Lady of the night.Bleeding, dying, regretting. If only it were a happy death. My eyesclose. My last thoughts... How I wish I had a cig rite now....