Chapter 27: Smell of senses

Is it true that we needed education in everything? Is it education or arrogance, I couldn't decide but I tried to encourage myself to study. I was a wanderer of this society, had my own small restaurant in my house. Ground floor was my restaurant and 1st floor was my home. My parents loved to live with my aunt on abroad. I wasn't certified cook but I could cook. Customers of mine weren't allowed to judge my cooking but could request to change if it's spoiled. Simple restaurant, nothing extravagant. My idle mind questioned a lot to my social worker customers when they asked me to volunteer in rape victims aid. They couldn't help me but humoured me with various kinds of social systems but is it right to make rape victims re-memorizing and reminding over and over, everything that were happened with them. Couldn't we just let them be normal and help them with career to keep busy, so she or he could forget that accidental incident but no we loved to harass them with painful circumstances. Innocent mistakes or pleasure of ignorance of that painful memories, I wasn't sure. How about asking government to treat common gender or hijra like others, not treating them outcast. Is that too hard to teach them equally with others or teach them to earn money without being a prostitute? I knew that they were born as a man with womanish few intersex variations but using them as a cheap prostitute, not willing to live them as a normal human or male or female was quite harsh for humanitarian purposes and society. How about stop making prostitutes who aren't ready and giving them a second chance to breathe in this society without introducing them as a prostitute. Too hard? I guess so, because we are the human who loves to brag about our virginity, puberty, depression, frustration, young energy, age, capabilities, yes, we all are bitches of arrogance, attention seekers, publicity lovers, our mighty size of the egotistical acts etc. etc. What is there to brag about virginity? Could anyone interested to answer that, no but we needed virgin to brag about and cheering about that holy thin membrane in virgin girls bulb, yeah, what a membrane they had, our dear virgins which still had no guest for opening ceremony for it. Were we sure that we needed education or that genital anatomy or untouched human or that thin membrane as a first opener and brag about that thin membrane? Why couldn't we let them as they wanted to be and help them to earn money because we weren't surely interested to take burdens of others. I was really the victim of senseless abuses of people's minds. Everyday, I had to handle many kinds of phobia of human behaviour. Just that day, I was busy with my life when I heard a story about a beautiful house wife, burned alive because of her white, beautiful, smooth skin or in words natural beauty killed her. Her husband was a dark skinned man and his whole family too. She was the victim of arranged marriage. At first, they were great then as the time passed by they started to torture her, treated her like a field labourer, started to gave her work in their big garden, then in kitchen then in house keeping and unemployed all servants. They had a big mansion but as the mansion was big, their heart was smaller than that in size. Then one cloudy day, their brutal abuses ended just like everything ends. Every now and then, her husband raped her to show manhood, whenever she wanted to get job they called her whore but still didn't divorced her, physical violences were turned into a common phenomenon for her, then he kept mistresses in his house and let them abuse her. That day was the same, they were arguing about giving her gold and diamonds jewelry to his mistress, she was refusing to give them, they already took her all expensive clothings, then they lost their mind on the dowry issue and regretted of how cheap was their marriage. They tried to take all her jewellery that's been given from her father. So, when she was fighting for not giving them, they kicked her till she was unconscious, then burned her alive with kerosene. Her neighbour's heard her sky tearing howling, they couldn't help her but they only could call local police. Whoever witnessed her burned body, saw her jewellery melted and engraved within her body, as if she was a monument made of gold and diamonds. It was so horrifying sight that whole neighbourhood cried over that cruelty. But what we so called human did, we listened that crime, sighed, wrote heart melted report and published it in local newspapers then took those criminal animals to jail for justice. The problem was, there was no proof of they killed her, it seemed like an kitchen accident, so gotten freed.