A brief encounter

She was sobbing, a shiver here, a tear there. It was continuous and in exasperation I asked, ‘What happened?’

She shook her head

‘What?’, I asked.

‘Naaku English raadu,’ she said in Telugu ( I don’t know English)

My frustration melted down, I sobered up.

It was the year 2004, lot many things, not all good were happening with me. My confidence was at an all time low, the job I had; was not satisfying me, I was 96 kgs and did not know why I was so and to add up all that there was a blank spot in my right eye. And to solve my medical problems I was on the way to India and was sitting at the Bahrain International Airport.

I like flying, I really do but I get irritated waiting three hours before a flight, especially when you are flying to meet your family. And then there was this girl sitting beside me.

I looked at her carefully, she looked about 19, slim, pretty in her own way, she was carrying a polythene bag and wearing a nightie.

Now that made me suspicious. Traveling in a nightie?

‘What happened,’ I asked and this time in Telugu.

Hearing the language she spoke, she looked up and cried, holding my hand.

She had been accused of theft, she said. She had come to Bahrain, as she had to support her family. She had been employed as a maid in a well to do family a year back. But yesterday she was accused of thieving and then today she was left in the airport with her passport and a ticket.

She kept on crying and I tried to console her.

She said that she did not want to go back home. How would she face her parents? She had promised them that she would support them financially. Then she held my hand and asked me to get her a job at least in Mumbai. We were flying by Kuwait Air To Mumbai via Kuwait and then by domestic flight to our respective places.

I excused myself to go to the washroom. I don’t know why but I tagged my hand luggage along with me

I was facing a myriad of thoughts. I have heard of abusive employers and good employers. I have heard of good employees and bad employees too. Where did this girl and her employer figure.

The employer could have beat her back and blue, he could have complained to her agent, the embassy or even put her in jail. He could have done any of these if she had indeed stolen something. But instead of that, he had just left her in the airport with a ticket. Why?

There appeared no marks of physical abuse on her body, on the contrary she looked well-kept. What had happened really; how would I know? Should I help her out?

I resolved to speak to her, try to dig out facts. But when I returned she was not to be seen. A man sitting close by, gave me a smile and signalled to someone.

I turned to see a Madam with a group of girls/women. Well, this Madam was truly a Madam.  All the girls in here ‘team’ had garish makeup, flashy clothes etc which made it clear to anyone what their business was. All our the Gulf there are such women who come in visit visas for three months earn enough moolah and return.

And sitting amidst them was THE girl. My knees went weak and I sat down. The man gave me a sympathetic smile.

My thoughts were in a tumult. At one point I wanted to rush at the group and tell the girl that she was being trapped, on the other hand maybe the girl too wanted to be a part of the group. The flight from Bahrain to Kuwait was spent in thoughts. Which was good actually, at least I was out of self-pity.

I was having a look around at the  Duty free at Kuwait Airport  Transit Zone when I noticed the group coming towards me, I waved at the girl, she gave me a smile, waved back, winked at me and left.

I searched for a seat to sit, my knees had gone weak again.


A post originally composed for Indiblogger and Expedia’s contest; a contest which I do not qualify for, since I am not residing in India presently


14 thoughts on “A brief encounter

  1. Disturbing facts 😦
    Even though we know such things exist in the world we live in, but coming face-to-face with something like this can be very disturbing.

  2. hmmm not good that all..

    and the contest at indiblogger well you have not lost anything there , i dont beleive in costest held by them for they are all what do i say .. one who get the most vote and people who are well connected win the contest always. so dont worry about that ..

    there was a huge scandal a few months ago where people were found to have forged id’s created false id’s and voted for themselves .. even now i ma sure you would get emails to vote 🙂

    I hope the girl is doing fine and really sad what all people have to do to earn ..

    • I never saw that girl again so I don’t really know. But you know I am still confused whether she was duping me but was a part of the group, or she was not or was trapped in that group etc.

  3. A gripping incident told in rivetting style..There are many questions that come up in mind that remain unanswered and it is this that makes one want more from you.Pl keep writing frequently

    • 🙂 Actually that incident had many loose ends. Like I never did come to know, why she was in a nightie. Why she went to be a part of that group, was she that naive? Was she fooling me etc.

  4. My God that is a scary incident. And good that you did not write for that contest. Reading the terms and conditions would have put you off. And, the whole Indivine thing is a huge scam really. Thank God, I don’t participate in these contests.

  5. Quite disturbing.. I wonder if she wanted your help to leave that group, but then if that was the case I am sure she must have tried to talk to you again……sad

  6. Oh God Bhagya… this is a very disturbing, yet in a strange way, intriguing incident. I wonder what thoughts were going on inside her head and what she wanted from you. I can imagine how wrapped up you must have been on that flight.

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