Soho: Jism Se Ruh Ka Safar

Once upon a time it was an adventure. Now it is an affair. Like a sleepwalker Frank Huzur drifted into the fireplace of pleasure. Walking through the sex salons and pleasure parlours of porn-studio models he reached the arena where he could feel the delicate punch of Soho. Often in joy he would scream in Piccadilly Circus Wow the sex district of London is truly the carnal Olympics. The author pushes his pen to present a powerful portrait of Soho a special literature dealing with many sides of porn cinema and their players. Discoveries are there to be made into pages after pages of Frank Huzurs literature. The guilty passions and blooming poppies of West End Londons celebrity circus and nerve centre of West End entertainment walk before the eyes of readers. There are secret gardens in the heart of Soho. Come take a walk! Take a peek into the soul of Soho. Everything is bare and beautiful here. For the author Soho is a strong emotion. Loitering in her soul over a period of time has turned on the fire in the loin of his imagination. So irresistible has been the river of passion and ocean of fury where ships of sex sentiment spirit storm and suffering have been sailing! For most people of South Asia Soho could be the amoral street of sin. For bearers of religion foot-soldiers of Muhammad or Jesus Buddha or Osho Krishna or Moses it could be a trip to paradise and kingdom of whores. Where a stroll itself could become a crime against divinity! But each of them walks naked in colour of lust-heaven and love-hell to attain sexual salvation. In Soho every lover is a Casanova!