“You are what? I think I have misheard some of your words. Can you please repeat what you have just said about your profession?” I asked bewildered, shaking my head even when I was sure, I had heard ‘s*x’ and ‘Worker’ in the same sentence. My brain just didn’t want to digest it.
The saliva in my mouth dried instantly as breath hitched in the throat. I felt my heart picking up speed at the use of those prohibitory two words in the same sentence—f**k, sentence—what horrified me was the use of the words to indicate somebody’s profession. Never in my life had I ever felt my head spinning the way it did. For a minute, everything blurred in the background as slowly possibilities after possibilities seeped in.
I opened my mouth to speak something, perhaps to exclaim, yell or worse, shri
