Saturday, 20 January 2018

The Long Silence Broke

The Long Silence Broke
“Hello, uncle how are you? Is ma’am home?” young adult asked the watchman. The watchman had sat on the iron old chair, a stinky dirty pillow beneath his butt. He just had lunch and was chewing his mouth fresher, looking at the ocean. He got up, smiled at him and opened the gate.
“She is.” The gentleman was in his white shirt and grey trousers. He was working with Bhati Petrol Pumps Pvt. Ltd since two years. He visits every first week of the month for the meeting with Amruta for 2-3 hours, talks about all about invoices and payments to the vendors and the profit of the last month, she lives in this big bungalow with her 21 years old son, her husband had died when her son was a year old. she was a bold businesswoman.
The gentleman took out the shoe and rang the bell.
“Who is there?” Amruta was on her bed. She just had lunch an hour ago and wanted to go for a nap. She was wearing a yellow sari and black blouse, she opened the door.
“Oh Praveen, please come in.” he put the bag on the sofa and sat.
“How is going Praveen,” Amruta brought a glass of water and handed to Praveen.
“Where is Biju?” Praveen asked, pulled out few invoices from the bag and placed on his lap.
“He went to get married early in the morning. He made a girl pregnant.” Both laughed.
He drank the water and placed the glass on the table and sat opposite her.
“What about you? When you are getting married?” Amruta asked. Praveen looked down,
“When my parents will decide.” Amu got up and sat close to him and took the file from his lap. She glanced over few pages of the invoices, control sheets and she skipped to the net profit pages.
She looked up at the sea,

“I understand how difficult to be alone,” she looked at him,
“Ask me, it’s hugely difficult. It’s been twenty years… can you imagine.”
“Yeah, I understand your feeling. My parents are looking a girl for me.”
He took off the eyes when he notices a wave of lust in Amruta’s eyes, the hunger for craving.
“I had few proposals but I refused because I wanted a graduate girl so that she could support me financially. Staying in Mumbai with family is not easy.”
He resumed back the glanced into Amu’s eyes.
She was well groomed today and looking sexy and young as she had gone to shopping before her lunch and after she returned she had her lunch. She was on the bed preparing for a nap and Praveen had rung the bell. Amu broke the glance and got up picking up the glass. She went near the window and looked outside. The gate was closed. The iron chair was empty. The security cabin was closed.

The old man is sleeping.
She guessed in a second and returned back to him,
“You don’t have a girlfriend?” He looked down,
“No,”
She picked up the glass and went into the kitchen and put the glass down, she felt shiver through her body. Her mind was lost and felt to talk to him more today about his personal life, sex life and more.
She wants him for few minutes for that whatever it takes she was ready to pay in return.
“Hey! Would you like to have tea? She felt wet hair down. It was rain poured on the hot sunny earth. She closed her eyes and tried to sense the hotness of her body. It was wake up from a long sleep. She opened her eyes and turned at him with full confidence in her, she turned.
“Would you like to have tea?” She asked before he could utter a word Amu cried loud keeping the right hand on her waist. The pain was as if she had a cramp in back. Praveen was about to say yes, but looking at her pain he ran at her.
“What happened to you?”
She looked over her shoulder,
“Uh, it’s paining suddenly…” Amu started walking slowly, giving all the pressure on her left leg and taking supporting of Praveen. She had a strong grip on his shoulder. It was her first time she had hugged a fully functional boy. He was just two years old than her son.

“Please take me to the bedroom.” She stopped,
“I can’t walk Praveen.”
Praveen lifted her up on his both the hands and took her to the dark bedroom. He smelled a mist of lavender, colder than the hall and noiseless.
Amruta suddenly remembered her husband.
Wow, what a bedroom, Praveen thought to look at king size bed, big window and white marbles on the floor. Amruta was holding his waist by her left hand and the right hand on his shoulder. She felt very sexy and felt more wetness down. He put her on the bed.
“Could you please get balm from the drawer and rub little on my back?”
He stood straight and breath in and made himself little comfortable as it was his first time in life he had stepped in such luxurious bedroom.
“Madam… What if someone will come?”
He quickly clicked that something will be going to be wild.
“No, nobody is there and nobody would walk in my house without the knock or doorbell.” Her voice had narrowed to whispers, and breathless.
She pulled the drawer and took out a green thumb size bottle and handed him. A fan was running but still, Praveen’s body appeared sweat on his forehead.
I am not going to be responsible if something will happen, he thought and opened the cover of the bottle with his shivering hand.
“Do it Praveen before anybody rings the bell.” She whispered. She was laid on her stomach lowering her sari exposing the waist.
“I feel like my right part from toe to hand is paralyzed.”
As Praveen sat on the bed Amruta turned and grabbed his waist, pulled him on her. Now her stomach hugged his, his chest pressed her cleavage, “I am hungry, and I want you. I can’t control anymore. Amruta had loosened her grip and inserted her hand into his shirt and started caressing his back.
Both lost in each other.

The Unforgettable College Days

“May I come in, ma’am?” Sameer asked a fat, short and dark woman. She looked at him, she was in a brown sari, holding a test tube in the left hand, and the test tube had grey powder. She had high hill sandal, seems it does not suit her. Sameer was in the same cloth he had worn yesterday, old school uniform.


“Guys take half test tube, water and add con. H2So4,” she nodded at him,


“Come in, why you are late? Her eyes narrowed. The teacher sat back in her chair,


“Tell me your name,”


“Sameer Kedari,” he said and blinked.


She wrote his name and stood up,


“Guys anybody there who is single and want a partner?” she said loud and glanced over the entire practical room of 34 students.


“Nobody is single ma’am.” A girl said aloud.


“We just finished pairing and started doing the practical. You can start alone or take help of somebody.” She sat back.


Sameer nodded, picked up one test tube from her desk and turned toward the class.


Sameer heard,


“May I come in?” a soft, lovely voice on his left. The girl was in green Anarkali, 5’5. Broad forehead, cupid bow lips, with hooked nostril and heart-shaped face. The long was the hair loose to her waist. Two white hair clips had nicely tied her hair on left. The light fragrance of the rose lighted up the entire class. She was standing at the door.


“Yes, please.” The teacher smiled at her.


“Sameer you got a partner, wait.”


He was being shy and did not look up at her, two seconds passed, but he couldn’t resist, he turned left.

“What is your name miss?” the teacher continued.


She looked at Sameer and both exchanged the glances and smiled,


“My name is Savali Nilesh Patil.”


The teacher got up,



“Take this test tube and come both of you,” the teacher went in the middle of the class and both followed her. Savali kept smiling at whoever she looks. The wall of the class was made by a rectangular dark rock. The room was cold and humid air of chemicals from the wet basins. One black granite table had three standing wooden racks and one common basin in the middle. The class had ten granite tables on the left and small aisle on the right.


“Guys we got two more to join us.” All put the hands together and gave both a warm welcome.


Both got the fifth row, the extreme last desk. Sameer took a long breath and got relaxed.


After all, I am settled now, the teacher is good, now study hard these three years, get a degree and find a good job in a company, Sameer thought.


It was obvious; a beautiful perfume of Savali made Sameer more comfortable and killed all his stress. He scanned her from toe to hair. She was wearing all branded and imported. A high hill sandal, grey eyes, fair skin and pink lips, she suddenly caught him eyeing her.


“Hi, nice to meet you,” She offered her hand to him. He hesitated at first but then grabbed her hand and felt the warmth of her palm and shook.

“Thank you,” He blinked the eyes and said.

His all the day went awesome...

A few days later...

“You didn’t bring lunch, don’t worry, you can share with me,” Savali said.


He was wearing sky blue shirt and black pant. Savali was so neat; she had braided her hair nicely and was wearing a purple dress, matching lipstick and shoes.


Savali opened her lunch box, it smelled coriander leaves of was Okra and Chapattis. They were sitting in the crowded college canteen. Sameer breathes in the moist waft of Dosa, Puri-bhaji, Samosa, and Vada-pav.


Sameer licked his lips and Savali saw it.


“Uncle, could you please bring a Masala-Dosa” Savali ordered food.


They were sitting near the counter. In five minutes, the old man brought the Dosa. Sameer was so shy since he was from poor and innocent family, he used to go home in the afternoon and eat his lunch, but today he really surprised by the day, it was second time taking the break with Savali.


She has been spending a lot of money on food, even though she carries home food, Sameer thought.


“Hey Mr. Where are you lost?” he looked up,


“Nothing, what your father does?” Savali burst into laughing,


“You must be thinking, I have so much money and I waste it for no reason?” she drank a glass of cold water, half of the Dhosa was still there and out of three Chapattis, two ate by Sameer and one by her.


“It is so spicy,” she pushed the ordered food as well as her home food at Sameer. He was continuously busy eating food.


Maybe it was his first time eating outside’s food.


“Would you like to have cake,” he nodded no as he had stuffed food into his mouth already.


“I don’t know, I am getting to you also.” Savali went near the counter and bought two plum cakes and put one in front of him. The waiter cleaned the plates, Sameer looked at her,


“Why do you spend so much money on food, your father caught or asked you where money is then what?” she again smiled,


“My father gives me 100 rupees per month and they don’t ask me ever and both are a government servant, the mother is a teacher in high school and father is a professor in Modern college as well as he was MLA” Sameer poured water in the glass,


“If my father got to know that I am roaming in the college with you then my parents will give me big lectures at home,” He drank the water.


“You said you are the elder boy in the entire village… so no boy will come from your village here I guess?” Savali asked. Sameer nodded.


“Here this practical book, all the practicals has been written to date,” Savali said and looked at her wristwatch, Sameer opened her journal, it had brown cover and her name was written in black pen, her handwriting seemed so impressive.


“Please close it now, I think we should leave, my mom will be coming home early today,” Savali said.






“Oh yeah, it’s Shravan Monday – Indian college starts in the morning for the every first Monday. Both left the college at 1:05 pm.


Next Day...

“Dear Sameer, I don’t know what it is but I really fall in love with you. I wanted to spend my entire life with you as my soul mate. I don’t know I think about you every night and day. Please return me this journal tomorrow with your answer on below… I love you.”

“Hey, what you are looking at the roof,” Sameer’s mother asked. She was sleeping hugging her two daughters. She had covered a blanket – made from a used sari. He was with lay with his father on his left. His father was snoring. The roof had many wooden poles which were supporting the base of the roof. The nooks had spider nets and the poles were completely dark due to cooking smoke. The mice were making disturbing noise and playing on the bamboo of the tiles.


“You have to again wake you up early in the morning for your college.” She whispered again.


He simply looked at his mother and again lost in the thought.


I am poor and she is rich, will that be okay? What if her father got to know about us? He looked at her mother and sisters. They fell asleep. She looked up again,


If his father did not like it and he killed me then, what would happen to my family? He scratched the head. He shut his eyes, took a long breath.


But I also started liking her, now I feel she is the most important person in my life.


He took a long breath, let’s dare it and sees what is next.


His heart was breathing slowly, throat was dry, and had a light dinner than usual. After two hours of thinking, he got up, went near his college bag, removed the journal and wrote in the same letter.

“Sameer gets up, it’s 5:30 am.” Sameer’s mother shook him. Sameer was snoring. She took an iron bucket from one of the nooks and went in the wintry yard. She added some cow waste which she had collected yesterday from the road, and water into the bucket and made a fine liquid to twenty liters of water. She sprinkled in the yard, she was naked feet. She returned to the hall, holding the empty bucket in her left hand. Her hand and fingers were frozen. She saw her husband and daughter was in sleep and Sameer had changed his position.


“Hey, wake up or else you will miss your first local train.” Her mother whispered.


It was the end of October. She took a used newspaper piece and matchbox and passed Sameer, her sari and legs were making the sound.


“What, what is the time?” Sameer said.


He was still under his blanket completely covered.


“Now 5:45.” Her mother whispered and went into the yard and gave a fire to wooden sticks. He quickly threw the blanket on her sister,


“Give me a cup of tea, and hot water to bath.” Outside his house on right, there were three big stones, each was one a foot in height, were placed in a triangle. Those were black and ash lay beneath. His mother had already made the fire. Sameer placed the huge pot of brass over those stones and added the water into the pot till its throat. Both, son and mother were heating the body up in the cold there.


Savali had woken up at 5:03 am, but still, her eyes were closed.


Will he accept my proposal or not? Savali thought.


I am damn sure he will.


She took off the blanket, switched on the light, picked up the box which she had slept with all the night. It was a small box and had written Titan Watch in the golden font on the white background. She opened it, looked at its golden-white dial and brown leather belt. She closed the box. She did it maybe twenty times since last evening she had purchased. She kept it on the bed and went into the bathroom. Her room was warmed enough. The house was 3BHK in the heart of the city.


“Ram, where is Sameer, he did not come?” Savali asked one of his friends. He looked slaved, had worn spectacles. He was holding a textbook and reading, leaning his back on the desk. They were seating in the class and all were waiting for the lecturer.


“How I would know? You should know it,” Ram said. He was just a friend sometimes he used to have a conversation with him. It was 7:35 am, everyone in the class was waiting for the teacher to come. Suddenly everyone heard the footsteps and the entire class went silent. Got ready, with open their textbook of zoology on the table. The teacher walked in, was head of the department, only he uses to take the class on this subject. There had three rows in the class, each row had two seats. Savali used to sit in the middle row extreme last so that she could get more time to talk with Sameer. Ram was seated front of her seat.


“Sir, may I come in?” Sameer stood near the door, he looked scared. Savali saw Sameer. The teacher was cleaning the blackboard. The teacher saw him, he was in his 50s wearing thick black spectacles. He had worn brown trouser and grey shirt. He rose up his eyebrows and looked awkwardly at Sameer.


“I expected you were late.


“No sir, He had gone to the washroom,” Savali said loud.


“Please…” he gestured his hand to the class.


The entire student laughed, Sameer too. Savali and Sameer exchanged the glance, she saw him biting his lips and smiling at her.


Its positive signal, she thought.


He sat on Savali’s desk, on left and she too pushed herself toward him. She was well groomed and had red lipstick and had new perfume. Her nose was running lightly.


“Hey, where is my journal?” she whispered and shook her hand and felt the coldness of his body.


Sameer nodded. He took out the journal from the bag and handed over to her. She quickly turned the pages, but the letter was not there, she closed the journal and put it in her bag without looking at him. Sameer was watching her.


“What?” he whispered.


“Where?” She whispered back.


The lecturer began.


He smiled and winked at her. She smiled back too.


“Sir, I am not feeling well…” Savali leaned on the desk and she acted vomiting, she grabbed the hand of Sameer.


“Please take me out...” She said in pain keeping one hand on the stomach and one on his shoulder.


Ram giggled. The lecturer looked up at the fan, it was switched off, and he felt the room warm.


“Sir…” Savali said.


She again acted like vomiting.


“Don’t worry, Sameer, take her to a doctor or home.” Sameer held her shoulder and got her out of the class. Both went in the parking where Savali’s scooter was parked. She had a gearless bike of pink color and light weighted. She laughed loud, Sameer laughed too.


“How was my trick?” She whispered in his ear. Savali removed the key from her skirt pocket,


“We are going Sarasbag.”


“What, how far it is?”


“Don’t worry, I will take you there, it is just the ten minutes of the drive,” Savali said.


They were standing opposite each taking the support of the bike. The birds were singing on the nearest tree. Outside of the college seems no crowd. All the lectures were going on. Nobody found in the parking except Savali and Sameer.


You wait outside the college I’ll take the scooter out there. Go... Go fast.” She continued.


Savali removed her scarf and tied over her face and pulled the scooter out from the parking area.


“Wow, nice garden,” Sameer said. Both stepped into the garden. His eyes glanced over a long, fine tree and its shadow.


“I think we should sit there?” He gestured at the tree of middle and had a big shadow. He looked at her. They had parked the vehicle outside the garden. Savali saw the happiness on Sameer’s face – a bird out in the unseen world. He even hadn’t seen Pune completely yet. Both went near the tree and sat facing their back to the trunk of the tree, gripping palm into palm, touching lap to lap, shoulder to shoulder. Savali rested her head on his left shoulder. She was addicted to his odor, touch, and presence. The sun had started heating up. The birds were roaming in the garden in the search for food. A gardener was digging far in the corner. There was nobody except these two.


“First show me the letter?” Savali said in almost peaceful and beautiful place.


“Oops,” he placed his right hand on his head.


“I forgot, it’s in my bag at home.”


She got up and banged her legs on the grass with anger and got sad.


“No, I want that letter first, go and get it from the house.”


Sameer laughed out loudly,


“But I don’t know how to ride your scooter?”


She banged her legs again and slapped him on his lap, he was still sitting on the grass.


“Ok, fine… I have brought… please sit down.”


He stopped laughing and made her sleep and rested her head on his lap,


“Now listen carefully what I wrote,”


“Hmm…” Savali uttered.


“Dear Savali, I fell in love when I saw you the first time, but I have never thought that you will love the way I do. You are so rich, but I rose from poverty if you really love me and there is no time pass then I will be yours forever and ever. I love you so much Savali, more than anyone in this world.”


Savali quickly got up, he too and hugged each other. The Savali’s eyes filled with tears, happiness and lost in love for a few minutes. Savali took the letter from him and placed it inside the bra of her right breast.


“I will keep this letter with me.” Both wiped the eyes.


"Here this watch I had bought for you." she went on,



“I think we should leave.” Both left the garden at 1:30 pm. and went home.



***

Falling in Love Accidentally

“Biju you have to come to tea farm, I will not leave you alone at home.” His father said.
“I am on leaves daddy let me enjoy with my friends,”
He was round face, broad forehead had heavy lover lips and had low nose bridge. He was 5.7 feet long.
His father had wrapped the lungi till knees,
“If you come, you will earn five rupees per day, we have to buy school books for your younger brother.” His father was dark, bony, and tall, had a curly mustache. The hair was mix white-black. Biju tapped his feet twice with anger,
“Let’s go,” Biju cried.
The family of four was living in a small single room of 20x20 square feet. Just one bed, besides at one corner, Kerosene stove and a Chula – ‘U’ shaped firewood place for cooking food. The roof was covered with plastic paper underneath mixture of grass and bamboo. The wall was made the mixture of bamboo and mud. The kitchen was warm, the lunch was just cooked. There was an oil lamp hanged on the left wall. Still, the smell of overcooked gravy was roaming in every corner.


Biju came out of the house, his mother and father started following him.


All the family was off to farm except his younger brother. He was on the bed, doing his homework. Around the place, there was three more house of the same type. They were on a hill, the half green Ooty could be seen.




Three of them were walking through a small two feet wide footpath passing farm after farm. They were walking with nude feet on the wet and slippery soil. In the middle of the way, they met four more people. A couple same like his parents, one grandma, 63 and Elena, a girl of Biju’s age. Biju had a childhood mark near his right eye, his dry, thick hair was rested curly on the shoulders.




“Who is this handsome?” The grandma pinched Biju’s left cheek of his ass and showed him toothless smile. Her teeth were like custard of apple, Grandma had wrinkles all over the face, white hair, she had worn tore yellow sari of the cotton. She looked dark and had applied ash to her forehead. The earrings of silver had made her piercing hole big enough. Her cleavage hidden under the black blouse had shrunken to the size of a lemon. Everyone laughed loudly including Elena. Biju too laughed,


“Do you want to marry me beautiful, hot grandma?” He looked at Elena and said.


He was attracted to Elena’s butt, it had sexy curves and both cheeks were puffy. Elena was tall and her skin looked dark, but God had gifted her beautiful upturned eyes, straight nostril and wide lips that any man could urge her first to sleep with. She was 5’6 feet long, had worn very old clothes, black sari, and red blouse. White patches of the sweat were visible under her armpit on both the side, and she too had ash on her forehead.


“I am ready my sweetheart,” grandmother replied. Everyone laughed again.


All were carrying a bamboo basket and a piece of cloth in it. They were walking through the farm, through a human-made footpath, tea plants were heightened till the thighs on both the side. Biju slowed down the speed to let elders go ahead. Now Biju was the last and his parents were the first and followed Elena’s parents, Elena, and grandpa, everyone was walking in a single row.


Wow what a figure, Biju thought. He was keeping eyes on Elena’s butt, its cheeks were dangling with every move she takes.


“Grandma easy, it’s wet here,” Biju’s father cried. Elena looked back at Biju, she bites her earnest dark lower lip and smiled at him. Biju warmed up in a second, he couldn’t believe that he could find beauty in the village too. He just wanted to grab her, hold her, feel her warm breath and kiss her all the day long. After 25 minutes of continuous walk, finally, the farm came where they wanted to work. Biju’s mind was running to find a trick how to leave with Elena, somewhere alone on another farm to make love.


All of them tied the basket on their back and started working, plugging fresh tea leaves. The environment was such lovely, people live in the desert would quickly fall in love with Ooty and they will call it heaven. Everywhere only greenery, hills, if you look far away, your eyes could catch along trees touching the sky. Today the sky was clear and cold breeze passing through every little corner of the farm. The farms they had come were around 250 acres and it was on a big hill. Such farms were many ones after another. Three hours passed, it was 4:30.


“Mother,” Elena said. Her mother was just five feet away on her left. She paused and looked at Biju, he caught her eye, and she quickly turned to her mother. The elders were still busy working.


“I am leaving home,” she said.


Elena was the first runner who reached another end of the farm with tea leaves full of bamboo basket. She unhooked the basket and placed on the ground where she finished. Biju was in the middle but he was the last, others were close to the end of one round and have to finish the second round. The nearest mill blew its horn.


“Go, slow sweetie, and buy some vegetables for dinner.” Her father said and everyone resumed their work. Biju was still making eye contact with her, she passed through him, she slows down her speed and both looked at each other, and smiled.


“My son is also a good cook,” Biju’s father stood straight and said.


“Really,” Elena’s father too did same and replied. Biju’s father looked back,


“My boy, you also go and cook some delicious dinner for us.” Elena heard this and kept walking slowly, her heart was breathing heavily.


Biju unhooked the basket placed it down hurried and turned,


“Is there vegetables at home?” Biju cried while keep walking.


“Yes, and I am hungry too.” His mother said. Everyone was busy plugging the tea leaves, Biju jumping while running, he was descending the hilly farm, Elena was walking slowly. Soon Elena could hear footsteps of Biju in the dead silence, sometimes moaning of air could break the silence. He looked back, his parents were almost invisible in the tea and the farm was 1 km away up on the hill, Elena glanced over her shoulder and lifted her eyes up, turned back quickly to see Biju,


“Wait…” he whispered as loud as he could. Elena heard and increased her speed, she bites off her lower lip and smiled. His walks converted in the run again, in a minute grabbed her waist. Biju pulled Elena off the footpath.


“Our parents will watch us,” Elena held his hand she felt it strong and Biju hugged her from back, and buckled her belly bottom. Elena felt the grip hard and tight, her grip was slipping due to his sweat on his hands, and she smelled his warm sexy body odor.


“Go easy…” she whispered and showed her agreement with the attitude.


Biju dragged her into the tea plants, almost 100 meters away from the footpath. He lay on the ground between the rows and felt the cold soil, Elena’s back was on his stomach. Tea plants were broken also laid with them. Elena was on the top, Biju smelled the broken plants and then her wet armpit that had made him wild since both met the first time.


“If someone caught us, both we will be punished.” Elena quickly turned placing her stomach on his. Her lips were just an inch away from his, her boobs were relaxing and contracting after every breath she takes, Biju held her cheeks and quickly kissed her,


“I liked you,” he whispered, looked at her breathing (contracting and relaxing) boobs and caressed her back, sliding his hand through the sari. Elena closed her eyes, departs her lips to form a gap and inhaled and gave a soft moan in exhaling.

“Just do it fast, neither I cannot wait nor wanted to miss this chance.”