The Lady in Black Saree – Banashankari, South Bangalore

I am from Kerala,  born and brought up in a small, serene village called Vandanmedu, in the Idukki district. It’s a peaceful place surrounded by the fragrance of cardamom, the largest plantation in India. Life there was simple, quiet, and deeply rooted in faith and family. I grew up learning to live a life of chastity, guided by devotion to God and respect for my loved ones.

But life has a way of leading us down unexpected paths. Today, I find myself in Banashankari, South Bangalore, living as a Kerala escort. It’s not something I ever imagined for myself, yet it has become a part of my truth. I share my story here with an open heart, without prejudice, shame, or hiding behind words.

This isn’t a promotion or an attempt to impress anyone. It’s simply my confession, a glimpse into my journey, my choices, and the reality of what escorting truly means for someone like me.

I am the lady in the black saree. What you’ve seen in my pictures is a graceful, composed, and quietly mysterious lady.  I live in Banashankari, South Bangalore, where life moves to its own rhythm, calm yet full of promise.

Each time I walk down those peaceful lanes, I can feel eyes following me. Men of every age glance, pause, and admire, from curious twenty-year-olds to reflective gentlemen in their sixties. Their gazes linger, whispering silent words of desire carried softly through the air.

Sometimes I ask myself, why not let those fleeting glances turn into moments? Why not allow curiosity to unfold into understanding, pleasure, and connection? There is no judgment in what I offer, only honesty, comfort, and companionship wrapped in trust.

I wasn’t born into privilege or luxury. Since the age of eighteen, I’ve learned that the world often values wealth more than emotions. So, I chose to make money serve my peace, to let it sing softly in my favor ,  with dignity, grace, and a touch of sensual wisdom that life itself has taught me.

Accolades of Being an Escort—The Price of Desire

Accolades for being an independent Kerala escort in Banashankari, South Bangalore, are often whispered but rarely spoken aloud. The world sees only the glamour, not the gravity behind it.

There’s no denying it ,  the main difference is money. Regular work ties people to desks, to endless hours that steal life’s joy, while escorting condenses worth into moments. A few hours can bring what months of labor cannot. It isn’t greed; it is survival refined into art.

Still, I struggle with it,  the moral tug, the quiet ache. Not because I crave more, but because I understand how easily I could have it. One evening could earn what a corporate job pays in a month. Yet, I choose differently at times, even if it leaves me in debt or denies my children the comfort they deserve.

It’s not about luxury or early retirement. Instead, it’s about buying peace of mind, that elusive treasure money promises but rarely delivers.

My wish is simple: I want my children to have what they might have enjoyed if their fathers had stayed. But they didn’t, and this is the world as it is, not as it should be.

There is an invisible energy that surrounds women like me, a strange electricity that reveals who we are before we even speak. Other women sense it; their laughter fades, and their smiles tighten when we walk in. Is it jealousy, or do they simply see their own suppressed desires reflected in our defiance?

Independent Kerala escort in Banashankari South Bangalore

As an independent Kerala escort in Banashankari, South Bangalore, I see men react differently. Their eyes linger a little longer, drawn by something they can’t name, perhaps fascination, perhaps guilt. I can see the flicker in their gaze, shifting between respect and lust, curiosity and fear.

Behind the silk and the perfume lies a truth that stains. Shame, regret, and pain often arrive quietly, after the applause fades. The aftertaste of this life lingers long after the body forgets the touch. It is the secrecy, the guilt, and the quiet double life that press on the heart.

How can I ever tell someone what I did before this? How do I explain the art of seduction as survival or conversation as currency? When my clients ask, “What did you do before?” I simply smile. The silence I built around my past protects more than my name; it shelters my soul.

Now, I wake to alarms instead of late-night calls. My days revolve around work schedules, school drop-offs, bills, and laundry. It’s stability, but it feels strangely empty. Life now runs on minutes instead of moments.

Once, I owned my time. I could walk beneath the sun freely, answer to no one, and live on my terms. Today, I chase time as if it owes me something.

Even so, the thought returns often: I could walk away from this life and earn in one night what this job pays in a month. I miss that freedom, I miss the sunlight, and sometimes, in the silence between work and home, I miss the woman I used to be, the one who sold lust but still owned her time.