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FILM INDIA
December, 1940
film actress. Sandhya was happy for some unknown reason. The misunderstanding. about her not being what she was, had given her many uncomfortable moments.
People had talked to her differently. The language of love to a virgin sharply differs from the one used for a professional prostitute. These are entirely different schools of romance. The one begins in the dreamland of Leilas and Shirins and is couched in the language at sighs and flowers, while the other rises like the stink of the streets frcm the byways of life and is uttered with all the realism that human passion is capable of.
Sandhya was now at peace with the wcxld. They knew where she had come from and she knew where she had to go. It was so much easier.
After a few days people even came to appreciate her a bit. They said she was good for a prostitute. And for this charity of thought Sandhya was grateful.
Days later, the producer, who had been very considerate to Sandhya in a different but knowing way, wanted to discuss some personal business of importance with her.
Sandhya could not understand the nature of the business that could net be discussed in the studio.
"I am sorry Sandhya Devi," said the producer, '"but it can't be discussed here. Walls have ears and private business must be done privately. You have no shooting tomorrow and we shall motor down to my suburban villa and talk out the whole thing. Please come to the studio as usual."
Sandhya couldn't protest. She was given no time to do so. The producer had been very good to her so far and she had no reason to suspect him of any motives. This was probably just his way of doing things.
The next day Sandhya and Sethji (the producer) arrived at Brindaban the suburban villa of Sethji.
If the walls of Brindaban could talk they would tell many a thrilling tale of how the producer sported himself unknown to the world where he came from.
The thrills which the censors would not allow in his films were all enacted here in their utterly honest hues lending a rainbow of romance to the fast greying hair of the producer.
Brindaban was a tiny little villa but big enough to accommodate the biggest sin conceived by the brain of a man. It was, far away from other houses and its large surrounding lands gave it a status of comfortable seclusion. Scrutiny and civilization were a quarter c-f a mile away from this place where the old producer so often indulged in his sinful gymnastics of sex.
Two servants, silent and faithful, kept the fires of this pseudo home burning. One cf them cooked the meals and the other cleaned the place. Even the orgies of sex needed good food and scrupulous cleanliness to survive long.
The non-vegetarian food that was denied to the Seth in his home by a fanatically religious wife, was cooked here by the Muslim cook and profusely sprinkled with spices thereby adding colour to the lust in riot.
While eating, the old man often wondered whether he liked the cook more or the woman by his side — so tasty were the different dishes prepared. Every new preparation brought him face to face with the diverse limitations of the Hindu religion which to the old
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