If I am invisible for a day.... Actually I want to improve my writing skill.... If I am invisible for a day I would like to take a tour of the existing underbelly of our society, the notorious “Red Light District”. I would like to understand, analyse and free them from their daily struggle for existence on the streets, orphanages and refugee camps. I would pass through street of the brutal market and corridors of those sex workers. I would see those “MASKED” faces and behaviours of “WOLVES” and “RATS” roaming in the market. I would make an eye contact with those thirsty and hungry sexual predators who are coming to this flesh trade market forgetting the fact that they have also a sister and wife back home. I would like to question those animals how could they forget the differences between the humans & animals and when are they bringing their daughters, sons & wife in this factory of producing unlucky children. I would like to take a glimpse of those insects circulating and roaming around all those shimmers, hanging in the middle of the brothel. I would like to see how they decorate their loaves of meat that attract those “WOLVES” (rich people) and “RATS”(poor people). I would look at the deadpan faces of prostitutes into mirror when they start getting ready for their “MEAN” business. I would see their faces in the mirror when they are looking at themselves after being raped and forced to do sex more than thrice a day. I would like to see and feel their pain and their sweat when they are merely treated as a loaf of meat for those wolves and rats. I would like to search their houses for two things firstly whether they keep photos of GOD and secondly how they manage their paper work, if any. I would just smile if they are doing their business just below the photo of GOD not for their activities but for their ignorance. I would try to make friends with all children born from those unlucky “WOMBS”. I would steal stationery like books, colour pencils, pens etc…, cameras, sewing machines and anything which could help those unfortunate children. I would free them from the chains of prostitution, drugs and ignorance . Last I would conclude from these lines quoted by someone: Yunhi Umeed Dilatay Hain Zamane Wale, Laut Kay Kab Aatay Hain Jane Wale, Tu Ne Dekha Kabi Sehra Main Jhulasta Hua Darakht, Iss Tarha Jaltay Hain Wafaon ko Nibhane Wale, Tu Aa Kar To Dekh Kabi Un Ki Shabon Main, Kitna Rotay Hain Zamane Ko Hasane Wale.