I was happy as a mother's child without my initials to call. I and my mom carried a peaceful life in the city outskirts. As my age grew my brain asked what the source of income for my family is? I was really shocked when I heard that my mom is sex worker for these days. Then I started hating my mom at my puberty stage of my life. I had a mouth piece which doesn't ask any question to mom. My teen age brought many changes to mind and physic. I experienced an abnormality of me among girls. Years passed by my mom died out an unknown disease at those days, but now called as aids. My age was close to seek a job to survive, but in vain. Most of them rejected as my chromosome did a fault. I was really taken aback at that situation and finally I had a way to light myself as red. I had become a social sex worker. My world is with shots of pethidine, pentasol and work for days. Literally I went down by health; I got the same disease as my mom got. Struggling from there would not render any good I knew. Rather from coming out I started a trust for people who were infected by aids and welfare of resurrection of women who were allegedly forced to sell them. Now at the death bed my writing would end but my trust will raise the golden arm to care people who are like me. My trust would help women and children who were at the same stage as I was. That was not my fault to be born; only god makes the decision whom to be lived as whom, but I don't believe in design of god. Why our race should be created and why should other humans treat us as dry dung on road, this makes me to question god. I need to create history and we need a respectful life as humans as possibly we are also from the sapiens' race. My life had thorns to walk but my death has buds to bloom healthy in this world to make the darwin's theory true!! Bychandraganesh v 