A True Story

By The Author of
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Published on December 25, 2011

Revised on November 04, 2015

In1985 I got acquainted with an engineer from Bombay, who was

working in one of the Gulf countries where I was also employed. I knew him
well within a very short period of time and found he was extremely decent
and honest.
He said: - He had a family friend residing in Bombay not far from his
house. That man was from one of the southern states of India. He was
married and had a daughter also, a small and happy family. He was a small
contractor and was surviving by barely meeting both ends. If he could invest
some more money, he could expand his business and could become very rich
within a short period of time. Then one day his wife left for one of the
countries as a housemaid.
After couple of years, she came back to her home and was not in
touch with the Engineer family as they used to. Then one day he met her
unexpectedly and she came with him to his house. He began to complain to
her, how close those families were and what has gone wrong not to be in
touch as it was before. May be because she got lot of money and does not
want to care for those old friends? This woman kept silent for few seconds
and then burst in to a big cry. The engineer became speechless, pale as
dead, and did not know what to do. After few minutes she controlled her cry
and began to narrate her escapade.
She said: One day her husband and she worked out a plan. I dont remember
who originated the idea of my employment. I think it was my husband.
During those times many women were going to Gulf Countries as
housemaids. This woman finally decided to go, as a housemaid. She was not
much educated and was not fit for any skilled labor. They got in touch with a
Labor-recruiting agency, got her visa, and went to one of the countries where
many women were working as housemaids.
The man who employed her was bit elderly and was in extremely good health
and well behaving. At convenient time he used to talk to her in half Hindi and
half English and finally managed to have sex with her. Helplessly she yielded
to him, because she knew, she could not escape from her employer until the
end of the contract period. If she doesnt conciliate what he said, she could
end up in real trouble.

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If she ever tried to resist him, he could push her behind the bars for petty
false charges. Only the employer has the say and the authorities will never
listen to the maid in that country. As this was going on for some time, more
than a middle-aged son of the employer also got involved with the maid.
Though she was getting extra money from both the father and the son, she
hated it for worse than anything else. As those miserable days were going
on, she just thought of her old days, when they did not have much money.
She was just free as the bird with a very happy family life.
Every night she soaked her pillow with tears, cursing her fate. There was no
one to hear cry and to see her tears, not even the God who created her. She
just thought, God doesnt help anyone who goes after money and get in to all
problems related to it. She felt, every minute of her life was longer than a
year.
Her everyday work was not much hard and had a day off, every week. The
house was very well furnished and she had her air-conditioned room and a
small television also. She could have the best food because she was doing
the shopping of all the groceries she needed for the house. Everything was
good for her in fact she was the Governess of the house, except the wicked
companionship and illicit relationship of her masters which suffocated her illfated days.
As you can imagine, nothing remains a secret forever. Probably the old man
knew what his son was having sex with the maid or vise versa. Apart from
these two adventurers a third one crept in, knowingly or unknowingly what
his father and his grandfather was doing. The boy was hardly sixteen years
old who was stout and tall, grown much as big as middle-aged man.
The maid lost all her patience and control and began to fight with the
grandkid to resist his lust. This kid was wise and very cool with the maids
resistance and anger. Finally he said, I dont intend to rape you, you better
do what I say, if not I am going to tell my father, you tried to rape me. This
is enough for you remain in jail for the rest of your life; sometimes they
could even hang you The maid was scared to death and became pale. The
boy left her for the time being and came back to her another day and lied
with her until he got some consolation over his perversion and proved
himself, he was a man who knew much as he should.
The maid realized, she has fallen in to the biggest trap from which she
cannot get out until the end of the persecution that is when the contract
period ends. No human being has ever heard the ill fate of a woman who
parted her flesh with the devils of three consecutive generations of the same
family. With all the hatred in the mind she pretended to be submissive to
those who came to her and let them do what they wanted. She became
immune to all the evilness happening to her. Mean while she was sending a
good sum of money to her husband every month without any failure. He
never knew his wife was becoming cheaper than a whore was.

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She concluded: -- Now my husband is reasonably rich and have enough
money, doing his business well. What I lost is my good old chastity and
morality, which I can never get it back. What is left for me is my grave to
hide my miserable flesh used up by these evil men. Will they come to the
grave also for my dead body to have sex? When I came back I told my
husband, because of his greed for money all these things have happened. He
got the money he wanted but lost his good old wife. You remain as my
husband for the sake of name and hold that title for ever, but never touch
me and dont even come near me
When she finished her story she went away, but never faced that engineer
again. The engineer told me: -- as she left him, he burst in to tears and that
was all he could do.
When he was narrating this true story to me, I saw tears rolling down his
cheek. When I remember this story once in a while my breath becomes
heavy. I could feel the pain of that unknown and unseen woman had. Do we
live in a wild, wild world? The acts of atrocious cruelty by men to their
housemaids, so called slaves, baby-sitters and even to others, were
happening from the early days of man and may continue till the end of this
world.
Man becomes
knowingly sell
to do sex. For
pain of shame

the hunter and the woman becomes his prey. Some women
their flesh for money, pleasure and luxury, others are forced
some maniacs a forced sex is a thrill and to the victim it is a
and death.

I dont know whether the engineer who told me this story is still alive or not
because I lost the track of him due to bad communication. From time to time
people move from one place to another for different reasons. The letters
send out comes back to the sender saying no such addressee. That is the end
of such good relationship and communications; leaving behind some good
memories they have created. May be on some day I might meet them in the
other world.
I never thought of writing this story, I really dont know what made me to
write this now. Though personally I dont like any tragic stories, this being a
true story, I thought, I should write it.

Published on December 25, 2011

Revised on November 04, 2015