I Am an Escort, Not a Victim: A Story from Bangalore

I grew up in Tamil Nadu, living a simple and grounded life. My home in Kumbakonam was deeply religious, filled with grandparents, relatives, and the calm of a joint family. Faith, routine, and responsibility were part of my childhood. Back then, I never thought my life would change so much.

I had a stable and secure upbringing. I attended one of the best schools in Kumbakonam and lived in a grand house with servants and every comfort. We had four dogs, whom I still love. My life was steady and safe, not chaotic or desperate.

Loss Changes Everything

Marriage happened quickly, and loss came just as fast. My husband died soon after we got married. Grief comes whether you are ready or not, and life in Bangalore keeps moving even when you are mourning.

One day, I was a wife making plans. Next, I was a widow with debts that were not just mine. I tried to protect my children, pay off loans, and keep my family together while learning to manage on my own.

I needed money, not for luxury or indulgence, but for school fees, rent, and loan payments. I needed it to live with dignity.

I do not want charity, sympathy, or to depend on relatives.

I am not a prostitute. I am an escort. I provide companionship for a fee. Sometimes that includes sex, sometimes it does not. There is a difference, even if society does not see it.

No one forced me into this work. I chose it with awareness and intention. Escorting gave me control when everything else felt out of control.

What surprises people is this. I did not enter escorting because people are often surprised by this: I did not become an escort because I was uneducated, abandoned, or reckless. I chose this work because I value independence more than security I did not earn. And I do not want to rely on relatives or parents for that matter, and to stand on my own feet. Escorting allows me to do that, even with its imperfections.

The Reality of Escorting in Bangalore

I’m human, made of flesh and bone, with all the imperfections that come with it.

Many people think escorting is glamorous, but it is not. Most escorts in Bangalore earn only a little more than blue-collar workers. The pay is good, but the emotional labour is heavy. This job takes patience, good communication, and self-control.

Like any job, there are good days and bad days. Some days are easy to handle, others are tiring. In the end, escorting is just work, nothing more, nothing less.

Another common myth is that escorts are nymphomaniacs. We are not.

I’m human. We are women. Besides, we are women with normal needs. We want to be free from debt, not worry about bills, have someone to talk to after a long day, and feel normal, even if the world calls our lives different. From the World

Do not treat me like a victim who needs rescuing.
Do not treat me like an object meant only for pleasure.
And do not assume I am driven purely by greed.

Everyone works for money. I am no different in that respect. I’m human and made of bones and flesh and can only do what my body withstands. I am no robot made of nuts and bolts.

I’m human, and I am a lady shaped by both my circumstances and my choices. People may judge my job, but they should not judge my humanity.

Treat me as you would your neighbour: with respect, kindness, compassion, and, maybe even, understanding.

The world would be better if we stopped labelling people we do not try to understand.