‘Oh, Varalotti, not again!’ I can almost hear the shell-shocked ILites shouting at me. I can see the beautiful, slender hands of our gracious moderators already perched on the mouse, ready to issue infractions to this regular violator. Somebody as concerned and as affectionate as Kamla would say later, ‘When your brand sells, what’s the need for this marketing gimmick?’ But believe me, Kamla, and believe me, most gracious ILites,this is no gimmick. The title fully justifies the narration. The fact that I am writing about this in a forum in which 7000 plus highly dignified ladies from the world over are members, a forum in which some morality-conscious and talented men writers are members, and to cap it all, a forum in which my own wife of 23 years is a member, would only go to prove that there is nothing even slightly obscene about my post. People have never ceased to amaze me. I do love natural sceneries, the sunset at Kanyakumari, the moon-rising providing the backdrop to Tajmahal, the narrow Madurai-Natham road with greenery on all sides, the train ride in the Shencotta-Punalur Ghat section, the sprawling flower market in Amsterdam, the greenery in rural Southwestern England…. there is no end to the list. But it is the people who more often than not make me spell-bound. People of all types, shapes, sizes and colours. The affectionate father who was feeding his children in an autorickshaw on their way to school was as fascinating as the police constable in <st1:City><st1lace>London</st1lace></st1:City> who demanded that I should say “please” if I want to ask him any question. But this person – yes a prostitute – was the most fascinating of them all. This happened some ten years ago. It was a particularly stressful period in my office. So when a group of my friends offered a free holiday for me for three days in a calm resort in the outskirts of <st1:City><st1lace>Bangalore</st1lace></st1:City>, I jumped at the opportunity. We were a group of four – two chartered accountants, a lawyer and a surgeon. As the Bangalore Express picked up speed on a Thursday Evening, the lawyer gave me the shock of my life. “I am sorry. But we are a group of five.” “But, who is the fifth person? I want to meet him.” “Her.” The lawyer let out a sheepish grin and looked at the Doctor. Then we accountants found out that they two had conspired to bring a call girl along and that she was in another coach in the same train. They had withheld the information from us till the last minute as they were afraid that we might not have joined them for the trip, had they told about the fifth person upfront. That was true. I was in a dilemma. I thought I should break off from the group. As soon as the train reached <st1:City><st1lace>Bangalore</st1lace></st1:City> I would tell them that they are not my cup of tea. So you go ahead, I am going back to my place in the next available transport. The other accountant friend who like me was unaware of the latest addition was wild with anger. “Sridhar, this is an act of betrayal. How can we stay in the same place with a fallen woman? We will break away from the group.” His anger had a strange affect on me. The human in me woke up. “Agreed, she is a fallen woman. But what about these people? They are as morally perverse as the woman they have brought along. At least in her case there might be some economic or social reasons for prostitution. But these wealthy professionals can have no such excuses. "If we treat these two people as our friends and respect them, we should at least give the same respect to the lady. She might have failed in her life; but as a human being nobody is a failure. "This is a test for our values. Let us treat the lady with dignity that any human being is entitled to have. But let’s not even go near her. I will manage the accommodation in such a way, that we two are in a separate wing far from theirs.” I would not have been so rash today. I was in my late thirties and had so much of self-confidence which even bordered on arrogance. Nor would I advise any other man in my place to try that kind of a risky venture. I can only say that my decision was an example of my foolhardiness which was at its peak at that time. I was saved only by the Grace of God as could be seen from the later developments.