I do not always do this. But one who is making me do this pleasant sin deserves this. This write up is a tribute to the bold lady whom I adore, cherish, desire and respect too. It’s about Nandita. A friend I met on a train journey along the beautiful coasts of Chennai.
Well! To begin with, she was just like any other stranger. It’s the morning of the late monsoon in Pondicherry. Rains had just finished giving a whitewash to the beautiful coasts. Sun was trying to sneak through the clouds to make his presence felt. Beautiful, isn’t it?
I boarded the bus to Chennai on my way back to Delhi. Hurriedly, I take a Volvo, window seat on the back of the bus. Usually not taken by many. So relatively quiet and desolate. The bus was about to leave. I notice a lady dumping herself next to my seat.
I don’t take much notice apart from the enchanting fragrance of hers which begs my attention. I resist the temptation to look at her. Neither do I wish to offend her or make her uncomfortable. The bus rolls on the beautiful ECR. Cool breeze greeting us.
The strong breeze blows the already dishevelled hairs of the lady onto my face.
Nandita- Sorry!
Me- That’s ok. The wind is having the pleasure of playing with your lovely hair. Let them do it.
Nandita- What! (Silence)
I thought she was offended by my slightly poetic yet flirty lines.
Nandita- Hahaha, you silly! That’s funny, hahaha.
Me- I thought you took it other. Hi, I’m Aditya from Delhi.
Nandita- Nandita, from Mumbai.
Hmmmm, she looks beautiful. Sculptured body. Proportionate assets. Lovely, beautiful hair. I keep observing her for some time. The breeze has settled down, but occasionally, it brings her hair across her pretty face.
Possibly covering those seductive eyes from public view. Possibly to save people from being charmed by her charms.
Me- (breaking the silence) You here for?
Nandita- Small vacation. You?
Me- Me too. You alone?
Nandita- Yeah. You? Boys gang?
Me- No. Alone too.
Nandita- I guess we both wanted the same thing out of this trip?
Me- What did you come for? I came to have ‘me time,’ away from the crowds of Delhi.
Nandita- I came for something different.
Me- And that is?
She changed the topic and we engaged ourselves in some interesting chatting. Possibly, the journey and the time spent along the bus made us trust each other. She is married, and her hubby is in Dubai, minting dollars. It was a love marriage. Not that they don’t love each other, but work keeps them apart.
She is an aspiring model. I’m not surprised, going by her looks. Must have turned a few heads while in Pondicherry. We both had flights to catch to our respective cities. Her flight was still 5 hours away after we reached Chennai airport.
My flight was delayed for 4 hours due to heavy rains in Mumbai. I had no option other than sitting and waiting at the airport.
Nandita- So here we are. Airport! Time to say goodbye. However, I hate to say that.
Me- Same here. Wish we had more time.
Nandita- I guess we have. My flight is another 5 hours away.
Me- Oh! That’s great, then. I can have your company for the next few hours.
Nandita- How about a coffee?
Me- Sure!
We order 2 coffees and occupy a window table. Suddenly, the clouds turned dark, and it started pouring. Certainly, it affected our moods.
Nandita- Romantic weather, isn’t it?
Me- I have already had one since boarding the bus in Pondicherry.
Nandita- Achaa! Someone is flirting! What’s on your mind, gentleman?
Me- Haha, nothing!
Nandita- Come on. This is the only time we are meeting. We won’t be in touch with each other after this. So be honest.
Me- (silence) Are you sure?
Nandita- Of course I am. Go on. I want to hear what you have in your mind.
Me- Hmmm.. I want to have you as my lady for a day. I want to pamper you. Lay in the crystal waters of the ocean with you. I want to make you laugh. If you allow, I want to carry you to my bed and play with every curve of yours.
Her expression changed from jolly to sombre. Silence descended around us. Only the pitter-patter of rain is audible.
Me- Maybe you didn’t like it.
Nandita- No, nothing like that.
Me- Then?
Nandita- That’s all I came to Pondicherry for.
Me- Oh, did you find anyone?
Nandita- He is already in the US. He left yesterday night.
It was getting interesting. Someone, not her hubby, was with the lady till yesterday and fulfilled her.
Me- Do you mind elaborating?
Nandita- Ok, we are meeting this only time. So I can share it with you. This is a beautiful but secret story of mine.
She had all my attention. I looked through her eyes into her heart as she opened the doors to the depth of her heart. Here onwards, it’s Nandita who does the storytelling.
Nandita:
It’s been 2 years. We had recently shifted to a new locality in Mumbai. My hubby left after 2 days of shifting. I still had to put the house on order. Found it very tough. All alone, I was trying to set things right.
That’s when I thought of knocking on the door of the neighbours. An old lady opened the door. Ambika tai was her name. A 70+ lady. I explained my situation.
Ambika– Vivek! Vivek! Come down. (To me) He is my grandson. He is staying here with me after his parents passed away 5 years ago.
Down came a lean and trimmed bearded guy. Nothing to suggest that he was a boy. But a handsome guy. We both greeted each other. He accompanied me to my house and helped me out in fixing a few things. I asked him for coffee. He readily agreed, and we had a nice little chat over the coffee.
He was studying at a prestigious Mumbai college. Student of architecture. It was about 4 in the afternoon. He excused himself, saying he had to go to the gym. Yeah, he was well-built. After that we got on with our daily regular activities.
I go to work at morning 8. At that time I was working as an assistant manager in a bank. We used to meet every morning while leaving home. I would walk to the local train. He would come from behind, honking and surprising me. Sometimes, he would give me a drop till the station.
Occasionally, he dropped me off at the office. We were getting close to each other. However, there was an age gap between us. He was 5 years younger than me. But that didn’t stop us from becoming friends.
One evening, he asked me for a coffee. Since I didn’t have much to do in the evening, I agreed. We went to a café which was a little away from our locality. He greeted me with a rose and chocolate.
Vivek- are you really married?
Nandita- Of course I am. Didn’t I tell you that? I did. You forget always.
Vivek- No, nothing like that. I was reconfirming. I mean, I won’t be surprised if anyone calls us a couple here.
Nandita- Oh really? Thanks for the indirect compliments.
Vivek- I have something to tell you. Directly.
Nandita- What is that?
Vivek- I love you. I really love you a lot.
I was silent. Many thoughts flew through my mind. A young boy, younger to me, me married. Proposing me! But hold on! Isn’t this something I want? I still love my hubby. But I’m not getting the love that I desire. It would be rude if I said no to him on his face.
And why should I say no? I have no valid reason. He is good-looking, friendly, a in good company. So many, so many things were crisscrossing my mind.
Vivek- Are you ok?
Nandita- Yeah, I am. Why do you love me? Because I look hot? Do you think you can fuck me because my hubby is away? I’m alone and possibly desperate. (With little anger in my tone.)
He looked into my eyes. That connected us. Slowly, as the moment was passing by I was calming down.
Vivek- No it’s not only your body I love. But I love it in totality. So much that if you allow, I can marry you and make babies with you.
My anger erupted like a volcano. But I controlled myself and got up from there and left that place. I didn’t even look back at him once. Furious, I entered my home and dumped myself on the bed, wondering what just happened. Did I ever give him hints that I wanted a physical relationship?
Or was I seeking love or sex? No. Then why did he do that? May be I gave him the hint that I miss the touch and company of a man. I kept thinking all night. In the morning, I left for the office. He kept honking behind me till I reached the station. I didn’t look at him at all.
Honestly, I was confused. Then, as I reached my office, he was standing there. I ignored him. The whole day, he stood there expecting me to speak to you. But my confusion was not letting me speak.
In the evening, my hubby called. He had called after a week. He told me everything about work and all. He asked about my work and pending promotion. Then he kept the phone down. I was staring at the wall in front of me. The only thing I expected him to ask was if I was missing him. He didn’t.
That’s when Vivek messaged me. I ignored it. I kept myself alone for a few days. But Vivek was doing the same thing every day for nearly 15 days.
One Sunday, I knocked at his door. Ambika tai opened the door and informed me that he was gone for some exam.
I told her to send him home for some work. At around 8 in the evening, there was a frantic knock on my door. It was Vivek. I had made up my mind about what I wanted to do. I had decided not to waste my youth in loneliness. I deserve some love and gratification. I deserve to be loved.
Nandita- Vivek, I love you too!
Vivek had tears and a smile on his face. We came close and hugged each other. It was long. I felt the touch of a man after so long. Missed it. If a woman is a Goddess, she needs to be worshipped in every possible way.
The next day evening it was our first date. Not as bf-gf. But as a married couple, he wasn’t complaining. While we were riding back on the bike, I sat literally glued to him. No guesses if he enjoyed it or not. That night, he made me a woman again. I felt like a woman who was endowed and deserving.
He not only fucked me. He loved me. He touched me everywhere, and every touch felt so good. I was craving for this. He took me to the bed. We spoiled the sheets. Tore the pillows. I was very violent as if a hungry tigress had been uncaged. I kept telling him to keep doing it.
He left at midnight. But I was satisfied. I found both love and sex. It’s just the beginning. Slowly, things started getting more exciting. One evening, he took me to his college function. We partied there for a long. I wanted to see his college. He took me around his college.
We went to the place where all the couples hang out. He held me by my hand and led me to a little dark corner behind a tree. Not a soul was around. I wanted him to do what he was doing. He disrobed me completely and took me. It was exciting and satisfying. After that, we have been together.
Till today, (Turns sad).
Me- Why, what happened? Is he ok, na?
Nandita- No, he is shifting to the US for studies. So we will have to take a break. I didn’t want him to miss this opportunity. He wanted to stay with me. But I pushed him to go. All this happened without any info to my hubby. After that college incident we have had many encounters.
Nandita- I have literally stopped missing my husband. He has literally fucked me in every possible way in every possible place. And I don’t have a single regret about it. I happily say that I was fucked by him so many times. But I will miss him too. Till possibly I find someone else.
Me looking at the watch. It’s time for me to catch my flight. Boarding started.
Me- Woah! I won’t say if you are right or wrong. I’m no one to tell you that. But that was bold. And somewhere, I feel you are right. A woman need not hesitate to express herself. If she is left unsatisfied, she has all the rights to satisfy herself.
Nandita- Thank you, Adi! Thanks for understanding me. I could trust you that’s why I told you. I don’t know if we shall ever meet again. But I wish we did.
I signed off and waved her bye. Carrying the secret of a woman who expressed herself to the fullest.
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