Since restrictions were removed from press and media, my condition has become worse than whores. They are sold and clients see them naked behind closed doors, but I have been denuded in open. I am stripped on roads, at shops, in people's laps, on tables, in beds, in fact any place you may name. I am really disgusted with this female existence of mine. Am I merely a commodity? Am I a story? Am I an object? Am I Fiction? Copyright Chapter One: About Myself Chapter Two: The Proceedings Chapter Three: Mount Joy Chapter Four: New Delhi Chapter Five: Dreams Break Chapter Six: Interrogation