The story happened a long ago. I was young when we rented that house. The house was small but compact. Our rented house was on the outer edge of Talaghattapura, Bangalore city. There are three of us in our house. Father, mother, and me. Father had a big shop of steel utensils. He also had a lot of income. But he did not have a house of his own.
The owner of our house was also next to our house. His name was ‘Mahesh’. I felt that there could be no other gentler person in the world than him. He was such a simple and innocent man! I had never heard him speak loudly. He had a mind like a cow. It was a habit for him to always look down and walk. He was a cloth merchant. He also had a three-acre coconut plantation. Besides, he had let one or five houses on rent.
Our house owner never went to anyone’s house to ask for rent. Every month, the rent arrived at his doorstep. He was liked by everyone. He had properties too. He had a good respect from the people. Besides all this, he had a sick wife. Within a few months, she died. They seem to have no relatives.
When his wife died, only his wife’s side of the family was there except those who were in the rented houses and those who knew them. He had no relatives. We didn’t even know about them. It was a sad fact that no one tried to know about it. Maybe it was because he didn’t talk much to anyone.
I used to call Mahesh as ‘Mahesh Uncle’. After the death of his wife, Mahesh uncle was alone. Without even forgetting his wife, he became addicted to alcohol.
One day Mahesh uncle fell ill. With no one else to take care of him, my parents who lived next door had to take care of him.
He used to call my father as ‘brother’. He was quite younger than my father in age. He never stood before my father for long. Even if he was standing, he would keep his head down and talk. It must be the respect he was paying to my father.
Once my parents discussed and decided that such a young and innocent person should get another marriage. As a result of that decision, an acquaintance of my father, a middle girl among three daughters of a poor family near Halebidu in Hassan district, became the wife of Mahesh uncle.
That girl’s name was Saubhagya. I used to call her as ‘Saubhagya aunty’. She was even more beautiful than Mahesh uncle’s first wife. At first glance, she looked like the film actress Pavithra Lokesh.
Initially, Mahesh uncle did not agree to this marriage. But he agreed to get married after my parents pressured him. My parents expected that Mahesh would change after getting married.
After marriage, he stopped drinking. He used to come home at the right time. Although he did not talk to his wife much, he never treated her badly. His life became normal. But no one had ever seen Mahesh uncle take his wife out and call her around. Noticing that, our father insisted one day and arranged Mahesh and Saubhagya to go to Golden Star Ganesh’s ‘Mungaru Male’ movie which had just been released. But Mahesh uncle called me right at the time of going to the film and I was eagerly ready to go with them. Mom tried to stop me but I didn’t listen to her.
I went to the cinema with uncle and aunty. Our neighbors, father and mother all looked at me in a different way. I did not understand why they looked like that. I sat between Mahesh uncle and Saubhagya aunty. I don’t know if Saubhagya aunty talked to Mahesh uncle or not. But Saubhagya aunty talked a lot with me.
We both became very close during that film. Saubhagya aunty developed more friendship with my mother than with other women in the neighborhood. She was always taking suggestions from my mother for everything. Their relationship became like real sisters.
Whatever breakfast Saubhagya aunty prepared at home, she used to give to me. That kind of sweet bond developed between me and her.
Mahesh uncle had no children from his first wife. There were no children from the second wife either. So I became more or less like a son to Saubhagya aunty. She used to show me a lot of love and affection.
Time passed and I was 19 years old now. I grew up like a handsome guy. One day, it was a college holiday. So I went to play cricket with my friends. On that day, Saubhagya aunty had made my favorite Holige (a popular sweet here) and searched for me. But as I was not at home. She told Amma to send me home as soon as I came.
I returned home in the evening. When Amma told me about what aunty had brought for Holi, I ran to aunty’s house without even washing my face and hands. Aunty was nowhere to be found. When I heard sounds from the backyard, I went there. She was cutting the tree branches that were growing in the backyard. She was busy with work and did not notice me.
When I went to stand in front of her, she looked at me and said, “Oh, come. Stay for a minute” and got busy with work again.
I turned the tap there and washed my hands and feet. Just then, Saubhagya aunty, who had finished her work, told me to stay for another minute and proceeded to tie the saffron flower plant that was growing there in disarray. But it was not a one-man job. One had to hold the plant using both hands and another had to tie it with a rope.
Aunty called me for help. I held the branches of the plant together as directed by her. Aunty took an old rope and tried to tie the plant. In an attempt to tie the rope tightly, the rope was broken. She lost her grip and fell backward. At that moment I was standing holding the plant tightly in my hands.
She tried to get up from the fall, but she could not get up! That was when I stepped into the real world. Immediately, I left the plant in my hand and ran to her. I grabbed her shoulder and tried to hold her to stand. But she could not stand and sat down again. The pain must have been overwhelming for her. Her face was red with pain.
Finally, I came to a decision. Stretching out both my hands, I gently picked her up in my hands. Aunty was light as a flower. The scent of jasmine flowers was emanating from her body. She was soft like a child and lying in my arms, closing her eyes and motionless.
As I looked at her in my hands, I felt something pleasant! Unforgettable experience! An excitement! A tender beat in the heart! In that state, I slowly picked her up and gently laid on the bed. The experience of a pile of flowers in the hands moved down! Picking her up and putting her down to bed did not bother me at all. After lying her down on the couch, she closed her eyes and slept motionless for a while.
After some time, she called me and said eagerly, “I have kept your Holige at the kitchen counter. Go and eat,” she said. I didn’t feel like eating anything in that situation.
I said, “I will eat it later” and sat next to her.
”Does it hurt too much, aunty?” I asked her sympathetically.
She glanced at me once. A faint smile flickered across her lips. Even in that smile, a thread of pain was clearly visible in her throat. I sat down and stared at her face.
After a couple of minutes, aunty turned to me as if remembering something and pointed to the cupboard and told me to open it. I stood up and opened the cupboard behind my back. She showed one of them a green colored bottle. As per her instructions, the bottle was taken out from the shelf. There was a dull liquid in that bottle. She told me to pour that liquid on my hand. As she said, I opened the cap of the bottle and poured the liquid into my hand. It is a pale yellow oily liquid. It was not wrong to call it oil. But I did not like the smell of that oil.
Aunty gritted her teeth and slowly rolled over to her side and slept on her back. Then she moved the waist saree a little lower with the right hand and asked me to apply the oil in there. I put my two hands together and rubbed it spreading on both hands. Then I started rubbing it softly on aunty’s soft white waist. That was the first time I saw that beautiful waist of aunty.
That was when I realized that waists are so attractive! The touch of that white, slippery fleshy waist warmed my heart. The hands began to vibrate slowly. A series of new experiences that I had never imagined and never remembered started happening to me that day. It was also a kind of blissful experience!
After applying the oil that was spread on the hand, I slowly started to rub aunty’s waist. As my hands caressed that white waist, my heartbeat increased and I wanted to lean on aunty’s body. But I took care of myself by keeping my mind strong. I did not know that I was holding auntie’s waist for so long. She didn’t say enough either.
When I returned to the real world, immersed in the sensuality of that touch, I felt that my body was also vibrating gently. Her lips were completely dry. My hands were still on aunty’s hips as I brought my lips inside my mouth and got wet. My attention also shifted to aunty’s face.
She too must have been absorbed in the blissful bliss of my touch. There was no trace of pain in that beautiful face. Instead, the feeling of having a pleasant experience was palpable. The face was completely red. The lips look plump and more glossy. I wanted to keep looking at her beautiful face.
Her age must be twelve years older than me! A mine of elegance to look at! Either because of the pain or because of the pleasure of the touch of my hand, her face was completely red and she looked more beautiful.
I absorbed that beauty in my eyes. The gaze of my eyes moved a little further down from auntie’s face. The side view of the little breast embedded in the chest of aunty, who was lying on her back, fell to my eyes. That day, I saw a sight that I had never seen before. Until then, my eyes had never seen anyone’s breasts. I felt the urge to run my hands over it. But the mind hesitated.
Even though I kept looking at aunty’s breast, my mind did not agree. First, the eyes feasted on the elegance of aunty’s elegant waist. The eyes absorbed the beauty of her beautiful voice to their satisfaction. My mind did not object to it for any reason.
But the mind was distracted only when the eyes moved to aunty’s breast. I felt like I was doing something wrong. As much as the mind tried to move the eyes from there, the eyes did not cooperate. The eyes behaved like boys who didn’t listen to anyone.
To be continued.
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