This is the diary of a prostitute woman ... Should I call her woman or just prostitute? ... Harrowing tale of grief stricken human being... Should I call her human being? These prostitute are like dormant butterflies who are just imprisoned inside red light areas to please feeble and dilapidated testosterones... Grotesque and rough hewn organ of society... Should I call them organ of society or just trash to adore days and nights of many... This was the diary of retired prostitute... Should I call them retired? Men show their brutality and game of activated testosterones in bed rooms... So why do they hide themselves to confront inside the palace of dormant butterflies? Latent innocence of prostitutes ... Should I call them innocent? 🌻Osho jain🌻 Here's a #collab prompt for #YoStoWriMo Day 6. What if you find a stranger's diary in your bag? How would you return it? What would be written in it? Complete this story. #thediary #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba🌻 For the first time I am writing on ramshackle organ of society : the prostitutes... For society they are ramshackle but for me they are sparkling with latent innocence and stricken with scarcity...
